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The 200th Post

As the title says, this is the 200th installment of BoobCast. Today I am writing about you, dear reader. Today’s installment is all about the support and the stories that people have shared with me since I first started this blog on Oct. 11, 2008.

When I first started writing this, I was also fairly active on a website called All About Plastic Surgery (http://www.allaboutplasticsurgery.com). When I posted what had happened to me it didn’t take long before I was inundated by questions about various aspects of the surgery. You can find that entry here: http://boobcast.net/2008/10/14/questions/ People expressed a great deal of concern about how well I had checked out the surgeon, what indications I might have had and what legal recourse I might have taken. During that period so many people gave their support and I am grateful for it. So my thanks goes out to the women of the All About Plastic Surgery forum. They were the ones who inspired the idea for BoobCast.

Now you’re probably asking yourself, “Gee Maria, why do you call it BoobCast? Were they wrapped in plaster or something at one point?”

No, dear reader. There are reasons this site is called BoobCast.  In 2007 the podcasting community lost a precious member by the name of Joe Murphy. He died of a vicious type of cancer that took him quickly. During his medical treatments he talked in vivid detail about what was going on, the testing and all of it. His strength inspired me. I wanted to be as strong and as brave as Joe Murphy. So I planned to podcast what was going on with my breast necrosis. The name of that podcast was going to be BoobCast.

I never met Joe but his life inspired me. It just turns out that I’m not that strong or that brave. To honor that bravery I have kept the name.

I also owe thanks to a very dear friend, Tee Morris. When I was trying to find the strength to create BoobCast, He was there for me. He gave me mental and emotional support by letting me know that I *could* do it. I’m sorry I disapointed you Tee but want to thank you for being a friend when I needed one.

In the time I’ve been writing BoobCast I have had people email me directly for advice. Of course, after reading the email, my advice was always “Contact your PS (plastic surgeon) and ask for [fill-in-the-blank]. Whether it was about bruising, skin texture or pain, I advised talking to their doctor. If they couldn’t get a decent answer from that doctor, talk to another one.

The one that really broke my heart was the husband of a woman who, a few days previous the email,  had the same procedure I had. According to her husband, the pain pills her PS had given her weren’t doing much and she was in constant pain. She couldn’t eat or sleep and she was suffering. I told her husband to call her PS immediately and insist on different pain meds and not take NO for an answer. i explained that, right now it was his job to advocate for his wife since she couldn’t do it herself.

A couple days later I got an email from him saying that her PS had changed her meds and she was doing MUCH better. It’s emails like those that made BoobCast well worth the emotional pain of writing those early posts.

I also want to thank everyone who talked to me about BoobCast at DragonCon last year. Being told in person that I’m making a difference means the world to me. Thank you for taking the time to talk to me.

Finally, my thanks to Carol Montoya, Lolly Daskal and the Woman At Denny’s. I promise that once I’ve had nipple reconstruction and recuperate from that, I WILL write the book. The foundation is in the works already.

My thanks to you all for reading, commenting and talking to me. Here’s to another 200!

 
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Right After Surgery

We got back to the hotel around 6:30 pm. After I made my way VERY slowly into the room, Ken got me set up in bed, propped up and surrounded with pillows. I was still pretty groggy from the anesthetic so I was sort of in and out of sleep for a little while.

I woke up a little while later and found Ken sitting in bed watching TV with a pizza box in his lap. The smell made me ravenous. So he made me some soup.

As part of my after care instructions I was told that I should walk as much as I could. While he was puttering around in the kitchenette, I got up SLOWLY and walked a couple laps around the coffee table.I was more capable of moving after this surgery than the reconstruction.

The HiQ had given Ken a couple of prescriptions for after the surgery. The pharmacy was closed by the time we got back to the room and Ken didn’t want to leave me alone the first evening so the nurse sent along enough pain pills for me to get through until my one day check up.

After Ken made soup I actually sat at the kitchenette table and ate some of it. Even though I thought I was ravenous, my body didn’t seem to want that much food.  So I ate what i wanted and then went to the bathroom.

I was really curious about what I looked like  so I gingerly took off the pajama top. My chest and torso were wrapped in a compression bandage over other bandages so all I could see was that I had bigger boobs. I wouldn’t be able to actually see them until my one day check up the following afternoon. Although I did try to peek, it would have been too complicated and painful for me to completely unwrap myself.

I remember falling asleep pretty early after taking a slow walk down the hall. I think I slept through the night. I was still pretty dopey from the anesthetic after all.

I’m going to apologize in advance because this is difficult and painful for me to remember so I won’t be very consistent on my posting. I can only deal with remembering for a little while before I have to stop and take a break.

On top of that, Ken and I are leaving the country for a few days on the 24th and won’t be back until the 28th. I’ll talk about this in another post.

 
 
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