10/10 people who have had major surgery will list having drains at the top of the list of “things that suck about this.” Today, I said tata to my ninth drain thus far. I hate those suckers (pun intended). Buh bye, drain. I will NOT miss you at all.
Ladies getting ready for surgery, here’s a really great video on how to make your own drain pockets for just $4. Got a sewing machine? You can do it and they will come in handy!
Also, see my checklist for other things that make recovery a bit easier.
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Had another follow up appointment on Friday. Dr. M refreshed the tape that’s holding up my right foob. We are going to keep doing this for a few more weeks in hopes that it will be enough for the scar tissue to form at the bottom of the pocket and close it up, BUT I may need another surgery anyway. We compared the two sides size-wise and found that we may need to swap out my right implant for a larger one. Plus, I still need to do something about this missing nipple, so yes, more OR time in my future.
He removed the strips covering my incisions, so I can now inspect them closely. They look 3049813476 times better than after the PBM. No necrosis in sight! I have a spot that looks a little bit like the start of a stitch abscess, so I will be watching it. Here’s what my scars looked like pre-exchange and what they look like now, 12 days post-op. Different lighting, but you can see that at the bottom that they are no longer angry red and keloid-ish.
I also got a copy of my surgery pictures! It is really cool to see the changes from this angle. From left: 1. 184 g/ccs removed during PBM surgery (1/22/2013), 2. Expanders at exchange (9/3/2013), 3. One out, one to go, 4. Mentor round, smooth, high profile silicones in 350ccs.
So I think this is why my right foob seems smaller than the left one, even though the implant size is the same at 350ccs: I am concave/the hole in my chest is deeper on this side, so the implant sinks into the cavity more. We can’t do anything about it right this moment, though.
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I am officially finished with the expansions! YES! We added the final 25ccs to each expander, for a total of 550ccs/side. I am so ecstatic to have reached this milestone. I was really hoping to be completely done late Spring/early Summer, but my rebel nipple Dusky and his pal necrosis had other plans. Six months after my prophylactic bilateral mastectomy on January 22, 2013, I am finally done with fills! This is what I’m doing right now:
That’s a lot of fills!
100 + 50 +75 +75 + 50 + 50 + 50 + 50 + 25 + 25 = 550ccs
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Goodbye ugly scab, hello first fill!
The scab that has been living on my left boob has finally fallen off! Can I get a “woo hoo”? It has been two full months since my prophylactic mastectomy on January 22 and the start of my adventure with resulting skin/nipple necrosis. Today I had my first fill. 50ccs of saline were injected into each tissue expander, bringing the total to 150ccs/side.
What are tissue expanders, you ask? The type of breast reconstruction I chose is two-staged: tissue expanders first, followed by silicone breast implants. The tissue expanders, which were implanted underneath my pectoralis major muscle during the mastectomy, get filled with saline on a regular basis to stretch said muscle and the skin that covers it, until the desired volume is reached. They are like “pre-implants.” Similar shape, but more rigid, unnatural, and uncomfortable. They have a round magnetic port in the top half, which allows for insertion of a needle, without compromising the expander.
The process of filling the tissue expanders is pretty quick and uneventful. First the nurse uses a little plastic contraption with a metal pin at the end to find the magnetic port in the tissue expander. Once the center of the port is identified, the nurse sanitizes the area and injects the needle attached to a syringe holding the saline. She then slowly pushes the plunger until all 50ccs of fluid have been injected into the expander. This takes less than one minute. After completing the fill, she places a little round band-aid over the injection site. Same story on the other side.
This procedure is overall painless (based on just the first fill). The only sensation was a brief sting as the needle was inserted into the port through the skin.Three hours later, I feel a little bit of that now-familiar pressure on the muscle and skin stretched over the expanders. As soon as I got home, I popped an ibuprofen, did some stretches, and smeared my chest with Palmer’s cocoa butter oil.
As I look down at my chest, I can see that my foobs are bigger. It is a small difference, but it’s there. It will be interesting to watch these things grow. I can already tell that it won’t be pretty. The expanders didn’t settle exactly the same way: one sits higher and the other one is a bit twisted. The asymmetry seems to be normal based on my plastic surgeon’s feedback and the photos other women have shared. Enjoy the visual!
100 + 50 = 150ccs
The fills will continue every two weeks at 50ccs/side. At this point, I have not yet decided how big I want to go (one of my friends joked: “go big or go home!”). However, I did find out that my breast surgeon removed 184 grams of breast tissue/side, which translates to roughly 184ccs, so one more fill and I will be back to pre-op size. Next appointment: April 12.
Source of Figure 7.1: Steligo, Kathy. Breast Reconstruction Guidebook: Issues and Answers from Research to Recovery. Maryland: The Johns Hopkins University Press, 2012. Print, third edition.
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Tissue or skin necrosis is one of the risks associated with a mastectomy (or any surgery), which is typically a result of loss/interruption of blood vessels feeding the tissue. Read more about it in my previous post: Tissue necrosis.
Hyperbaric oxygen therapy, most commonly known to treat decompression sickness related to deep diving, is sometimes used for treatment of wounds or necrosis. I was not familiar with this type of treatment before entering this community and even now, being completely engrossed in it, I don’t see it mentioned often.
Hyperbaric oxygen therapy (HBOT) involves the breathing of pure oxygen while in a sealed chamber that has been pressurized at 1-1/2 to 3 times normal atmospheric pressure. – American Cancer Society
What that means is: you get into a clear plastic tube that is sealed, the air pressure is raised (while your ears constantly “pop”), pure oxygen is pumped into the tube, and you get to watch two hours of TV while the oxygen works its magic. I renewed my Netflix subscription just for the occasion!
The main benefit to hyperbaric oxygen therapy for wounds is esentially faster healing. Here are some key points from WoldWideWounds.com:
I had 14 treatments total and can definitely see changes in the necrotic area. I am unsure, however, how much of it can be attributed to the hyperbaric oxygen therapy versus regular rate of healing, diet, exercise, etc. Both my plastic surgeon and the wound care doctor agree that I will still have scarring and “discoloration” of the tissue underneath the necrotic skin, but will not need any skin grafting or other forms of treatment. My breast surgeon thinks that HBOT saved my nipple. So discoloration I can deal with, as long as I can avoid additional surgery and get to keep Dusky, the rebel left nipple!
These are earlier pics of changes in the wound over the first two weeks post-op, pre-HBOT:
This is what Dusky looked like after ten HBO treatments and four weeks post prophylactic bilateral mastectomy:
This is after the scab fell off two months post-op. Unfortunately, I did lose the tip of my nipple. Yup, just the tip. It took another couple of months for the pigment to return.
I have finally added some photos! Check out the MY PHOTOS page.
A couple of days before my prophylactic nipple-sparing bilateral mastectomy I took a “before” photo of the girls. Since then, I have been taking daily pictures to document my journey. Take a peek to see how I’ve been doing during my recovery thus far. The pics are of my nude torso, so NSFW/graphic.
Speaking of exercise … post-mastectomy exercises are crucial to a full, healthy, and speedy recovery. I keep mentioning Casey Eischen’s program, because it really is a great one and has been working well for me. Every day I do exercises and every day I get further than the day before.
Click here if you’re interested in learning more or contacting Casey Eischen. This amazing lady 1. is a fitness expert and nutrition coach that is certified in training women who are recovering from breast cancer and related treatment or surgery, 2. she underwent a prophylactic bilateral mastectomy herself in November ’12, and 3. she took some time to provide invaluable feedback for this post. Also, be sure to visit (and like) Foobie Fitness, a FaceBook community page run by Casey Eischen.
Post-op workouts are one thing. Preparing your body before the procedure is another, and just as important. It is the #1 item on my preparing for surgery checklist: get in the best physical shape you can manage before the surgery. The healthier the body, the more tolerant it is to trauma, and the faster it recovers. I workout on a regular basis, however, I’m no fitness guru, so I would advise discussing exercise with your doctor and/or a certified trainer.
In addition to physical fitness, nutrition is extremely important to aid healing and keep a hand on inflammation. According to Casey, Inflammation is attributed to the improper functioning of the immune system. Check out this meal plan she designed for Simple/Clean Nutrition.
Something that should go without saying – smoking is a big NO-NO.
The breast reconstruction procedure utilizing expanders, and ultimately implants, wreaks havoc on the pectoralis major muscle. The nerves feeding the muscle are snipped when the pocket is created (note: this was the case with my PBM, but may not be the standard procedure for all plastic surgeons, so please talk to your doctor). This causes the muscle to atrophy and lose some of its functionality. The more developed the pec major, the more difficult (read: painful) the expansion process and following recovery will be. A few months before my prophylactic mastectomy, once I knew it was in my future, I began altering my routine. I stayed away from push ups and flys and instead focused on core and legs. After the procedure, because pec major is traumatized, core and legs must pick up the slack.
Maya
My abs got me out of trouble on day three after the mastectomy. I was sitting on the floor petting a cat and decided it would be a good idea to lay down flat on the floor. That was fine and dandy until it was time to get up. No matter which way I tried to get up, I felt pain. Couldn’t roll over to my side, because I still had surgical drains coming out of me and I couldn’t use my arm to prop myself up if I ever got there. Bending at the waist was not working – my serratus was screaming. I finally wedged my feet under the couch and then used the leverage and my lower abs to bend at the waist.
It was scary as I was laying there helpless, but as soon as I managed to get up, I said to my self outloud: YOU F$@#ING IDIOT! It’s funny now, but wasn’t then. Moral of the story: don’t lie flat on your back three days after surgery, stupid.
Taking a shower after a prophylactic bilateral mastectomy can be a challenge. For the first few days after the procedure, it is not a good idea, because of limits on mobility/range of motion, weakness, and the presence of surgical drains. Some doctors instruct their patients not to shower until the drains have been removed. Until that time, sponge baths are the way to go. I got clearance from my doctor to take a shower four days after my procedure. I almost hugged him when he uttered those words.
The magical day was Saturday (surgery was Tuesday). I waited until about 30 minutes after taking a dose of pain meds, so they had a chance to work their magic. My equipment:
The whole process took somewhere around 30 minutes, with most of it spent on undressing and then putting clothing back on in what seemed like slow motion. I wore my underpants and clipped my drains to them (washed my butt last:)). An alternative is to wear a shoestring or a lanyard around the neck and clip the drains to that.
Yoshi: my fav t-rex
I sat on the cooler facing away from the shower head and let the water run down my back rather than directly onto my incision sites and boobies. I insisted on doing the washing, including my hair. It was tough to reach up and scrub – taking it slow and noting when it was too much was the key. The back bush helped with the hard-to-reach places. It was a much needed extension of my t-rex arms. I put antibac soap directly on my hands and gently washed the incision sites, the armpits where the drains exited, and the rest of the chest. After showering, I patted the chest dry with a clean, sanitized towel. This was a much needed refresher!
Sasquatch xing
In one week, I progressed from the sit-down shower or a bath (water level below the chest) to my first real, solo, stand-up shower. The day I wrote this post, nine days post-op, I felt limber enough to shave my legs. Someone release the marching band! My armpits are still a bit sasqutch-esque, because the drain tube holes haven’t completely healed, so I’ll hold off shaving them.
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During the last few days before surgery, I made final preparations for the big day. One of them being picking up my dad from the airport. He surprised me the Thursday before surgery by telling me he purchased his ticket to fly in from Europe to spend a month out here and help my husband take care of me. A great relief to have an extra set of hands. It’s nice to have dad here, but I plan on making a quick recovery, so I hope he doesn’t get bored!
I received two separate calls from the hospital the day before the procedure confirming we were still a “go.” I got a lot of detailed information about the timeline and what the day would look like. I confirmed that 1. I would be in a private room (space for hubby AND dad to spend the night) and 2. the hospital has wi-fi.
The night before surgery, I made sure the recliner and area around it were ready for my return home. I gathered all of the things mentioned on my checklist, without exception. I packed my hospital bag with all of the necessities and hit the sack early. I was expecting to have a bit of anxiety in the last few days leading up to the surgery, so I had my doctor write me a prescription for Ativan. The bottle is still full. I was a bit nervous, but not as much as I thought I would be.
ID and FALL RISK wrist bands
I was told to be at the hospital by 5:30am, with surgery scheduled to start at 7:30am. We arrived a bit early and waited to get checked in. The receptionist confirmed my name and date of birth and tagged me with my wrist band and the handy-dandy “FALL RISK” warning bracelet.
About 30 minutes later, I was called back by the pre-op nurse. She took my vitals, had me change into a Bair Paws gown (nothing underneath), and asked for a urine sample. We went over all of the paperwork, including consent forms I already signed. I was sure to point out that I didn’t consent to residents or fellows performing any part of the procedure, which was noted. She got my compression socks and booties on and hooked up, another nurse came in and got my IV line in, and then hubby and dad were called in to see me.
Compression socks and booties
Incision markings
A few different nurses, the anesthesiologist, and both surgeons stopped by. I mentioned that I would love to not have any nausea once I woke up and they gave me something. The plastic surgeon marked up my chest wall for the smiley face incisions (with his high-tech Sharpie). BTW, I am 5’4″, 125lbs, and 34A.
I spent a few more minutes with the family and then it was time to roll out. I was wheeled to the operating room where I got to meet a few more of the surgical staff. I scooted over to the operating table, got my arms strapped in and that is all I remember.
The surgery took over five hours: three hours for the mastectomy, two and a half for the expander placement. The fam got regular updates from the operating room (five total) via telephone call into the waiting room. Each surgeon came out to speak with them when their piece was over.
I woke up in the recovery room with a nurse watching my vitals. She made sure I was comfortable and wasn’t feeling nauseous. After an hour another nurse came over to wheel me to my room. While he was there prepping, I had a very sudden wave of nausea wash over me. Got an injection of something and an alcohol swab to sniff (this actually helped) . Once I was OK, we made the trip to my room.
I had a bit of a hard time moving to the bed once in the room. The nurse offered his arm and started pulling me over, but that was painful. We decided to just have his arm available and I would pull instead. I think he got impatient and gave me a little yank at the end. I finally settled in and after about 20 minutes my husband and dad came to my room.
I was hooked up to a morphine drip, which delivered a steady flow of the golden juice. I also had a button I could push for an extra kick that could be added (only every 10 mins). The machine kept track of how often extra meds were requested and how many times it actually delivered. That day I had over 20 requests, but only 12 deliveries, if I remember correctly.
I ate crackers and drank a lot of water. I made my first trip to the bathroom around 7pm. Getting out of bed was rough – needed two people to help to and in the bathroom: one to manage the drains and the other to help on the toilet. Although I felt the need to go, I had a rough time making my body obey. I peed in a “hat” that measured the output which was recorded by the nurse. I made a total of four trips to pee the first night, with each one easier than the last.
It only gets better from here! On to Day 1 of recovery.
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