Dear God, please let my hair grow back a little before they cut off my breasts. Amen.
In the beginning of my diagnosis, so many time periods were given to us that I didn’t remember the part where my doctors told me that I would be without breasts for about Six. Months. For real. Don’t worry though. I get to wear “puffs” in my bras if I want to 😩.
I was fitted for post surgery bras, which are essentially ace bandages with Velcro closure bands and straps with pockets to hold the drain tubes and bulbs. It’s all very Victoria Secret-esque. Be jealous.
Aside from that, I’m going through medically induced menopause. The cancer in my breast and lymph nodes is estrogen positive, so estrogen must be removed from the equation. I’ve already had procedures in the past that have removed the menstruation aspect, but this is waaaaaaay different.
The hot flashes are instant and somewhat debilitating. The weight gain is horrifying and I’m currently waiting to grow a beard. Can’t wait.
Halloween is coming up. I’ve been worried for a long time about what to wear or do. I don’t want the trick-or-treaters to stare, but I also don’t want to hide. Every year, we have been homebase for friends to gather and carb-load before the insulin shock. We decided to do the same this year. I wanted to dress up as a Conehead, because, why not?! I think I just throw on a witch’s hat and call it good.
Here’s to hoping the Vikings win and Halloween is a success!