Shedding surgeons

I went to see my plastic surgeon for the first  time since a drug-blurred conversation the day after surgery. It wasn’t just the surgeon today though. It was a veritable smörgåsbord of medical types. The surgeon, the nurse, plus two insanely young looking medical students. I think it means I’m officially old when I say things like that.

So they all wanted to see my boobs. They are public property after all. Lots of humans have had a part to play in their existence. People I don’t even know and will never meet have had hands on them.

I departed for the room with the bed in and slowly peeled off each layer of compression clothing. I had taken the micropore tape off (fancy masking tape) earlier but I hadn’t got all the leftover glue so my compression knickers were a bit sticky in all the wrong places.

As usual I got the open mouthed gasp from the nurse as she supervised my undressing. For good reasons. They’re always super impressed with the surgeon’s skill and also my healing wounds. To them my belly button is especially lovely looking. To me it’s a Franken-button. I wasn’t exactly sure why they cut out my belly button and sewed it back on. Apparently they pulled out the whole stalk. Yes, belly buttons are on stalks, like really gross sunflowers.

Then they took my tummy flap and stretched the skin down and cut a new hole for my belly button. So that meant my tummy was big enough that they could pull it down far enough to remove the old belly button hole. Sorry, I’m not sure why I’m obsessing over this. There was so many other big things being done to my body that I hadn’t paid proper attention to the fate of my belly button. Felt right to give it some consideration now.

I was lying on the bed and four people were peering at my wounds and scars and new boobs. This didn’t phase the plastic surgeon though. He asked permission for every touch and focused on me and my questions. Not once did I feel like a mannequin displaying his work.

One part of my left boob is still not entirely healed and the skin is red. But it’s not hot, doesn’t hurt, isn’t tight. So probably not an infection. Both boobs have parts that are harder and he theorised that some fat had been left behind on the skin and had died. It’s called fat necrosis and with a bit of massage should break down.

Aside from that it’s all good.

Bonus is that today is the day I get to shed my compression skin. Off come the knickers. Off come the socks.

My next appointment with him is in March 2018. Another year, another calendar needed. For now it’s all about massaging my bits and definitely not thinking about top up surgery or adding nipples.

No more hospitals, no more surgeons.

For a while.

7 thoughts on “Shedding surgeons

  1. Lisa Todd

    “Yes, belly buttons are on stalks, like really gross sunflowers.” That’s going to stick in my head for quite a while, thanks…

    Fat necrosis is also something that can happen after radiation therapy, too. I’m glad it can be removed with massage, but be warned that the massage might also be a bit tender (it was for me).

    Not seeing a surgeon or oncologist for a few months feels like a gift given. So glad that you won’t have to go back to the surgeon for a while!

  2. rach

    Wow, what a journey.
    Your writing about it shares so deeply yet with so much practicality !
    I’m so glad your healing well, sending warm fuzzy healing vibes all over rach xox

  3. Brenda

    You lucky lady!! So glad the appointment went well. I’m so used to showing my boobs now that it’s not a big deal anymore. I know I’m thrilled that I don’t have to see my surgeon until late December/early January!

    It is kind of weird about the belly button thing, isn’t it? At this point, most of my belly is still numb. I have a few spots of fat necrosis – one on the belly incision and a couple in the right boob. He says he’ll fix that when I go for my touch-ups next spring.

    In the mean time, toot-toot for us!!! 🙂

  4. Heidi

    Sorry Lisa about the gardening imagery. Hope I didn’t ruin sunflowers for you forever! Yeh the boobs are quite tender still so very gentle massage is the way forward.

    Thanks Rach! Hopefully see you peeps soon.

    Hah yes the belly button thing didn’t occur to me to ask. Adam was convinced they did it just to make the nose for a smiley face out of my scars
    Indeed toot toot for a break from hospitals and doctors..

  5. Karen

    Wow, I’m so glad they were lovely, kind and skilled people. Your belly button story is amazing. I remember after my neck op I found it a really strange thought that these people I didn’t know had seen me with the side of my face all opened up and peeled back. Then the next time I saw myself it had all been put back. So strange that there are parts of our bodies that only other people can know. xxxxxx

  6. Sokari Ekine

    Dear Heidi, happy this was not too stressful an experience and overall you are begining to heal and move forward, get back yo your life.

    Sending love always Sokari xxx

  7. Josh

    Heidi, are you feeling up to day tripper visitors this month? I might be able to come over for a few hours on the 30th. Also can you text me, as I lost all my contacts when I inadvertently hurled my phone down a set of stairs.

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