It all started with my hiatus hernia acting up after a party... I was stunned to find a lump -- crud! I went to my doctor followed by a series of tests. Two days before we were going on an early Christmas vacation it was confirmed that I had invasive lobular cancer. The doctor recommended that we still go, which we did, and had a wonderful time. Afterwards I was booked with the surgeon who was wonderful, straight forward but compassionate, agreeing to my having a simple mastectomy. Again, we had another trip booked, so my surgery date was set for two days after we returned. We once again had an amazing time and I had one more thing to look forward to -- my friends were arranging, at my request, a "Bye, Bye, Booby" party for me in advance of surgery.
I would highly recommend a "Bye, Bye, Booby" party. It was held at a friend's house, after work, with a cake in the shape of a breast along with similarly decorated cupcakes, pink balloons, and games. They gave me a crown, pink boa, sparkly wand and I wore a plain white t-shirt so that they could all sign my shirt which I would have as a keepsake. We laughed, giggled, shared hugs, kisses, and tears while giving me incredible strength to get through this first step.
My surgery was straight forward and I've been at home recovering under the compassionate and loving care of my boyfriend, family and friends. I go to the surgeon in a couple of days to find out what the next step will be but I'm confident and know that "I'll get by with a little help from my friends".
Anyone up for a "Meet My New Breast Friend" Party next?
London, Canada
