Apparently, I made things look too easy by trying to be positive on my social media. So for the sake of my sisters and brothers (yes, men get breast cancer too) who fight this battle and need for folks to know that this is indeed a fight, here are my post surgery notes:

No pity party expected or accepted.

For 3 days after surgery I thought Dorothy landed a house on me. No,  I wasnt a witch but this munchkin got flatted. I smiled thru it because I have someone in my home with autism who has been with me since he lost his mom. The pain and worry on his face was greater than my need to express my pain….so i grinned and beared it. 😬

By day 4. I had downgraded to feeling like a big mac truck landed on me. Nice pretty pink one. My jaw also locked up for two days so I could not complain anyway. All 3 men in my house got a kick out of that. And i lost 6 lbs in the process. Winner, winner could not eat that chicken dinner.😕

Day 5. Got up feeling strong…thought I do a few light things and cook. I didnt see that small SUV in the kitchen that drove me back to bed.

Also it was the first day I really saw my scars. It was just my way to crack jokes about not wearing a bikini this summer or that I had to stuff my bra with socks for the 1st time since age 13. Like every “Cathys Clown” , I tried to make you laugh so I would not cry.😇

Day 6. I refused anymore pain meds. Not sure how drug addicts do this on purpose. Made me bipolar in my train of thought and seeing things. But that VW was a lovely shade of yellow😄

Day 8. Begged my husband to take me for a ride. Wanted to see Christmas lights. In true,  baby riding in a car fashion, I fell asleep and saw nothing. True to Murphy’s law, i get home and my bandages are full of blood. 😜

Day 9. Got a legalized visit to the doc to take out the drain today. Only place I am going. Learned lesson from day 8😉

Yet in all of this, I give praise. One of the most excruciatingly painful events of my life but I am still very much alive to experience it. Cancer can kick rocks!!!!!!
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