Friday (Jan 18) was supposed to be my last bit of reconstruction surgery...a lift of the left breast and fat grafting for both. Got up at 6am, went to the hospital, checked in, changed into a gown...and my blood pressure was sky-high. It's been high-ish in recent years, and really started creeping up this past year, but had never been this high as far as I knew. On Friday they were getting 170's over 130's, way over their safety threshold. The anesthesiologist cancelled my surgery...too much risk for stroke. So I am now on blood pressure medicine. I feel weird about the surgery...I was anxious about it, as usual, even though it was a minor procedure compared to my other surgeries...and spent so much time preparing for it mentally, emotionally, as well as practically...and then to have it suddenly not happen was a big adjustment. I felt like I was playing hooky all weekend...having fun and getting stuff done, instead of lying around recovering from the surgery. I decided to take the cancellation as a sign, however...I was not totally sure I should be having that surgery, since it was for cosmetic purposes only...not sure the risk of going under anesthesia (and the nausea/vomiting I always get afterwards, not to mention the extreme bruising/pain caused by the fat grafting) was worth it just to achieve a little more symmetry. So I'm pretty sure I won't be rescheduling it. They are fine, there are little things I'm not happy with, but I can live with them the way they are.
I saw my breast surgeon last week, Dr. Golesorkhi...I had been feeling a shooting pain off and on in the right breast, and thought I felt a little lump...turns out it was nothing, just my rib and possibly a muscular spasm (?). But while there, I found out Dr. G is leaving the practice to move to another one pretty far away. I'm so sad I won't get to see her anymore...she was the doctor I saw first, who did the biopsy, called me with the diagnosis, and performed my mastectomy...she was always so caring and concerned about me...we've been through a lot together. The other surgeons in the practice are wonderful too, so I'll be well-cared for, and I only need to go there once a year now anyway. But I'll miss Dr. G for sure.
On a positive note, the lymphedema I had in my hand is gone now. I haven't worn the compression glove in several weeks, and it seems fine. The physical therapy sessions and compression garments helped a lot, I think...plus my injured finger, which triggered the lymphedema in the first place, finally healed. Hopefully it will not flare up again.
President Obama's inauguration today made me so happy and relieved...four more years of a great president, and four more years at least of Obamacare! I think he's going to do great things this term.
-Liz
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