It is oficial. My mother’s reconstruction Breast surgery will be the 21st of this month. As happy I am for her I am also really scared.
We met with the surgeons and anesthesiologist who will be in the operating room the day of the surgery. They explained everything that they will be doing, the risks, and the benefits of the surgery.
Basically they will be taking part of the stomach tissue along with a vein or artery and be placing it where her breast was once at. To do so they have to remove a rib to get an artery connection.
This surgery will take about ten hours. If all goes well she will be in the hospital under intensive care for three to five days. Then she will be released and be in bed rest for about a month.
Some of the risks include; the artistes getting clogged up, a hernia, and losing too much blood causing death.
But we are optimistic. Well at least my mom is. I’m staying to say string for her but at the same time I’m screaming on the inside. I’m crying and throwing things around. My mind is one of the worst hurricanes in human history. But my face reflects calmes and peace.
She is strong. I am strong. I have never met anyone in my life as strong as my mother. Her faith moves me. Her strength makes me continue. Her live fuels me. She is one of the greatest people I’ve ever met. I hope to never forget that.
Currently sitting in a hospital waiting room, my mom is getting some type of exam to see where her arteries are in her body for her up coming reconstruction Breast surgery.
She was told not to eat four hours before but she forgot so we had to wait an hour.
I left work four hours early. I was really bored but I had requested it already. Today is the day that one of the departments transferred to the new company. The people that are left are caring around a don’t care attitude.
The animosity with my friend has died down. I’m honest done fighting with him. He can go take a hike for all I care. Sure I really appreciate his friendship and al but I’m not gonna sit around and be a second place to anyone.
We’re still taking like normal, I told him I’d start over but a different start, because if we start over and get back to the place where we are now then there’s no point. So that’s what’s up, just a short up date.
We have another life decision to make. Well, my mom does.
It’s time for her reconstruction surgery. We saw the doctor and he gave us two options of what she can chose to do.
The first one is the most common. Breast implants. It’s the usual surgery of implanting silicone bags where the breast used to be. There are not too many complications. The only down side is she would be needing to change the bags every 10 years or so, as it is recommended.
The other option, the one that frightens me, is having part of her own fat transferred from the stomach or another part of the body, to her breast.
This one has more complications. It involves the doctors removing fat and arteries from a part of her body and putting it the place where her old breast used to be. This surgery is 8-10 hour surgery and she would need to be under intensive care since it involves arteries.
The second one scares me the most since the surgery lasts so long and the fact that something can go wrong with the veins and such is what scares me the most. But it seems that this is the one she is leaning towards the most.
She explained that even though its so long and there are risks, once its all over it will be over, and it will be part of her body. The implants she will have to replace every two years and her body might not take them well.
What made her even more confident is that the doctor told her that she was a great candidate for the fat transfer. Hearing this also made me feel better about that surgery but over all its her decisions and she will do what she thinks is best for her.
I feel like I haven’t talked about her for a while and she’s the most important thing in my life. Yes, at times she is annoying and frustrates me to death, but I still love her.
Last week we saw the Breast Cancer Coordinator. She was really nice and helpful trying to get us to see the plastic surgeon as fast as we couldn’t for my moms reconstruction therapy. She told us she needed all of my moms medical records.
So yesterday we went around town driving to clinics and labs picking up the records my mom requested last week. Question: why do you have to pay for medical records that are yours? I find that really annoying. That’s like your life on paper and you have to pay to obtain it. It’s really rude.
But atlas, we got them all. At one clinic they couldn’t find her in their records. My heart sort of sank. I didn’t need this at the moment. Like we need her records and the records couldn’t be found. But with the miracle form the lord or actual hard work from the medical records intern they were able to find them.
After all that my mom decided that we needed to make copies just in case they asked for them again we wouldn’t have to go through all that. So I bought some ink for my printer but apparently it’s broken now. So that was a waste of money.
I came to the local library instead to copy them. Was almost the same price as buying the ink. But what are you going to do? Things break, money comes and goes, what’s important is that my mom gets back her feel good attitude that every woman deserves . And I know that this surgery will help her.
She wants this all to be done as I do too. I really hate breast cancer. So if you have breasts, get them checked.
Yesterday was a very eventful day. I took the day off at my first job just to have enough time do do everything I had to do. I have been putting off things for so long that they were catching up to me. Plus, my mom needed to fix some issues with the medical insurance and I wanted to be there.
First we went to her old primary doctor. She’s not her doctor any more but we love her for all the help she provided when my mom was going through the tests for breast cancer. She told us to go to the county hospital to apply for a financial aid for my mothers reconstruction surgery.
Once we went there and filled out all the paper work we got approved . The girl there said that it wouldn’t cover everything but that’s fine what ever helps is good right now. After that I changed my primary care to my moms clinic and her doctor because she’s a pretty good doctor .
Later got a hair cut cause I gotta look fly. Also cooked, cleaned , and did some laundry before heading over to my second job.
I’m glad I had the day off. I did so much things other then the ones I mentioned. Having two jobs is stressful. My time is limited. And sometimes I feel like I can’t go on, but some how I do. And some how I feel like everything will be alright.