Showing posts with label nipples. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nipples. Show all posts

Friday, November 21, 2014

Pink is the New Black

Okay, I just feel the need to warn you that this post may contain a bit of over-sharing.  But, lucky for you I am drawing the line at showing disgusting pictures of myself for now, because trust me, I have them.  I've always been an over-sharer.  I don't typically get embarrassed easily and I wouldn't consider myself very modest.  What little modesty I did have totally went out the window after 3 beers with the whole breast cancer thing.

You probably think "Pink is the New Black" is about all the pink breast cancer goodies I have gotten along the way.  While I am incredibly appreciative of those gifts, you'd be wrong.  Today we are going talk about...  Ready for this?  Nipples.  Go ahead and say it.  Nipples.  Did you smile?  It's okay, it's one of Mason's favorite words, too.

I've probably shown my boobs more legitimate times in the past 3 months than I did during my 4 years of college.  I'm flat out (flat, get it?) completely comfortable with doctors or really anyone else looking and touching my breasts now.  Not only have I been desensitized to their exposure socially and mentally, but since they are nearly completely numb I don't even have the physical sensation that I am being exposed.  For example, the other day I was eating a cookie my friend Brooke brought over and I look down and notice a big piece had fallen on my boob.  My first thought was "Yay, more cookie for me!" but my second thought was that it was strange to find a piece of cookie there and have been clueless.  How long had it been there?  Could anyone else see it?  So, I ate my new found treasure and went on my way...

I had a nipple sparing mastectomy, meaning I got to keep my nipples.  Since my mastectomy was done with prophylactic intentions, I was willing to take the 1% risk increase of cancer to keep my nipples.  Once I received my breast cancer diagnosis, I asked my surgeon if he thought I should have my nipples removed during future surgery and he said it wasn't at all medically necessary.  For women who do choose to keep their nipples, I believe they actually take a small shaving of the internal nipple tissue during the mastectomy to test for any gnarly cells just to be safe.  For women who do have their nipples taken during the mastectomy, there are several reconstruction options: they can actually grow a nipple, like Frankenstein of something, or women often opt for tattoo options of either a realistic looking nipple, or something artistic like tassels.

Okay, I'll get to the over-sharing part because I know that is the only reason you have spent the last 2 minutes reading about nipples:  Today I noticed my nipples were completely pink again, opposed to the black they had been for the past 6 weeks.  It was scary.  Remember the story where they scared Mason?  If not you can read it by clicking here.  Basically, your nipples (not mine anymore) have a rich supply of blood and nerves fed to them, that is why they are so sensitive.  So much tissue is removed during the mastectomy that it really reduces the blood supply to your nipples and necrosis (when you skin dies) often occurs.  It didn't hurt, it just turned into basically a giant scab.  Well, recently the scab has fallen off to reveal beautiful, pink nipples!  This bit of normalcy was very welcome after a month that has been anything but normal.

Sunday, October 19, 2014

"Mom looks weird here."

I was getting dressed this morning and was determined to change out of pajamas.  I went to put on a pair of jeans that felt just a tad too tight, but I so desperately wanted to wear something other than pajamas that I didn't even care.  Next, I picked out a bright green tank top that I was trying to step into.  Lifting up your arms isn't really an option so all clothes must either be button up, zip up, or step into.  I got the tank top up half way above my legs and it got stuck.  I'm not able to pull very hard to get it over my hips and I don't have the flexibility to wiggle it back down my legs.  Richard was on the phone going over a very important Fantasy Football trade when he noticed my struggle.  He stopped to help rescue me from my tank top, and then Mase ran in our room and jumped onto our bed.  I had on my jeans, and a tank top half-way up my hips and Richard was trying to shimmy it down my legs.  I could see Mason was looking at my chest and drains and I could see on his face that he realized that something was different.  We are a pretty open family, so Mason had seen me naked before and he knew what mommy looked like.  He knew that I looked a lot different now.  Richard helped rescue me and got me a nice zip up jacket that wouldn't attack me.  We both knew that Mase saw something he wasn't sure about, but we weren't sure how to address it.  I had a new friend coming over to visit with me on some things, so Mase and Richard decide to go get a pretzel.  Richard took it upon himself to ask Mason a few questions.  The exchange went a little like this:
Richard: Mason, were you scared today when you came in the room and saw mom's tubes? 
Mason: "A little. (He lifts his shirt and points at his nipples) Mom looks a little weird here.  Not us, but Mom.  Dad, lift your shirt so I can see yours." (Richard proceeds to lift his shirt to show Mason his nipples.)
Richard: "Well son, Mommy is sick right there but she's gonna get better.  Those tubes will be out in a couple days and she will start getting better there." 
Mason: "Dad watch! (as he climbs the bench) I'm exercising!" 
*And the moment was gone...  
I love that Richard took the time to ask Mason how he was feeling.  I love that Mase was receptive to sharing with his Dad.  And, I love that Mase got the answers he needed and then quickly moved onto something new, like how he could do tricks on the bench.