It’s a secret – no one knows
what a mastectomy surgery will leave strewn in its path.
I had no idea what to expect
– not really. I knew I’d have a drain and another tube connected to a
Pain-Buster, both coming out of the incision after surgery. I knew I could
shower within the first 24 hours after surgery. I knew when I’d return to see a
nurse practitioner for dressing removal. I was given some exercises from the
nurse at the hospital, and she said they were really important to do. I knew it
all hurt.
I was in shock after the
surgery, though. A shower? Too complicated for me with the two drains. I
couldn’t look at the surgical site, even with the dressing on. I couldn’t think
or feel anything. Just do exercises, go see nurse about dressing and drains.
When the drain and the
Pain-Buster tube were both removed, the extractions created strange sensations
in my now foreign land. The nurse touched the incision and there was numbness and
then feeling, then pain. I told her. Yes, you’ll get that. Get what? I get
nothing so far.
Eventually I was without
dressing and drains, and left on my own. I took a look in the mirror at the
incision. I couldn’t bear looking at it – I felt so ugly and deformed.
Thankfully it was late fall in Colorado and I could wear bundling clothes –
sweaters and layers that faked the breast that was no longer there. But when
I’d go to the bathroom and take my clothes off to take a shower, one brief
glance in the mirror would horrify me. I learned not to look.
Was I supposed to know this?
Was I supposed to have asked the oncologists (there were so many of them) and
the nurses what to expect physically and emotionally? I didn’t know the
questions, and I was too worried about Having Cancer to even consider the other
side of Getting Rid Of It.
I couldn’t touch the
incision except very infrequently. I would try to imagine a lover ever wanting
to touch my body again. My breasts had been so sensitive. They are a secondary
sexual characteristic. What do you do without one of your breasts? What about
women who lose both breasts to cancer? What do they think, feel, experience
with no breasts and two incisions that don’t feel at all like breast tissue
used to feel?
I felt de-sexed. I felt cut
upon and violated in the worst way. I had submitted to a body part amputation
with no knowledge imparted to me of what that result would be.
It took months to go to
Nordstrom and be fitted for a prosthesis for my left breast. I wish I had gone
to see them prior to the surgery. They treated me like a woman – a woman! – and
anticipated my emotional responses. They protected me. They coddled me. They
beautified me. They brought me a little bit closer back to being a woman and
feeling sexy and feminine.
If you’re diagnosed with
breast cancer and mastectomy is offered as the preferred surgical option, are
you willing to ask all the questions about the result? Will you go beyond
cancer recurrence and ask about the exact physical result? And then, will you
go beyond the physical result and ask for information and support for the
emotional results of mastectomy – and honestly, any breast surgery? And are you
willing to show your naked heart and ask for help?
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