I’m heading to Columbus today for another fill. Once a week, I drive to the big city to visit Nurse Holly (or Nurse Susan, who is also awesome) for a quick little saline injection.
They are continuing to fill up the expander pouch under the chest muscle of my missing breast, and it’s working! There is a small mound growing, and after each visit I can see it getting bigger and bigger. It’s gradual (maybe an A/B cup at this point), but it’s happening. Scary enough, my family notices, too. Saul or one of the kids will inevitably walk into the bathroom while I’m not quite dressed and say, “Hey! Looking good! It’s coming along!” God, I love my family.
It’s kind of like my husband’s haircuts. He goes in just frequently enough so you can never really tell that he got it cut. But then I’ll look at him and say, “There’s something different about you. Oh! You got a haircut today, didn’t you?” I feel like I should insert a cruel joke here about my husband’s receding hairline and how it is indeed just ONE hair that he got cut. No. I won’t make that joke. I’ll restrain myself.
Okay, so back to the recreation of my breast. It’s fascinating! I wish I could show you a picture. My friend, Ann, has been taking photographs so I can make a scrapbook someday, but for now, I’ll just leave them in her camera. The scar on my chest is pretty big and I don’t want to scare any small children.
Feel free to stop me on the street though and I’ll duck into a nearby bathroom and show you. Yep, I’m one of those women. Pretty proud of my recent developments.
