Still here

Day 5 of recovery. Whew. Who knew surgery could absolutely knock you on your butt! If I'm out of bed longer than an hour, I start coughing, breathing hard and feeling like absolute crap. Luckily, as I mentioned before, I have the most wonderful husband in the world. He has taken care of me this whole time. Yes, he's going stir crazy. He's a workaholic and not working is driving him batty. But, I will never ever doubt again that I come first to him.

I'm feeling pretty good other than pushing myself too hard. I graded a couple hundred papers this weekend and then got those grades posted on the online gradebook. Today, I've just about got my syllabus finished. Tomorrow is my very first open house. I am so psyched. Of course, Tim's going with me to make sure I don't overdo it. But, I'm going to rest all day so I'll have my strength for it.

I ended up with two 4-inch incisions. One across the top of my breast and the other on the lower part of my armpit. That one hurts the most and looks most hideous. However, my breast is slightly deformed now. It didn't bother me too much until today. After my shower, I bent over in front of the mirror and realized how much tissue had been taken out. The nipples don't point in the same direction now. I broke. Kati mentioned that at least I have a nipple. And yes, there are those who have it a lot worse than I do. And I really feel pathetic for being so broken hearted about it. I'm alive and I have both breasts. What more could I ask for? Other than not having cancer in the first place. But, that's a no go, huh? So, I'm not going to start feeling sorry for myself now. Tim said the doctor said it would fill in some with fluid anyway. Ah well, the head is starting to throb again. I've been up too long. Time to rest.