Warning: I have included a picture of my new, boobless chest. It is very bruised and might be disturbing/triggering to some.
Yesterday I had the drains removed. Holy effing ouch !
That's all I'm going to say about that.
Having the majority of surgical tape removed has given me a much greater range of motion but I have a long way to go before I will be able to raise my arms over my head. Physical therapy a la Peachie begins today.
The pathology report was good. No metastasises in the lymph nodes. I still need to see the oncologist, but at least there is no immediate red flags.
I can now shower!!!! I can't reach up to wash my hair or reach down to shave my legs and I think it will eons before I can shave my pits. Argggghh. But hey, Rome wasn't built in a day.
The deep bruising close to my armpit had been all over my chest so this is a major improvement. And perhaps most meaningful to me is that I have now been able to look my body and not go into extreme trigger mode. As much as this visual brings me back to a day the had the shit kicked out of me, I have been able to stay in the present without flashbacks. I consider this a major victory and a very real confirmation that I am healing in many, many ways.
I apparently also need to get back to the gym and work on those abs.