One Tit Wonder

One Tit Wonder  

I only have one boob, so what?

It would have been nice if everything worked out the way we plan for it to, but life doesn’t happen that way. I have come to expect that if something can go wrong, it will, and I am okay with that; besides, all of these adventures give me a lot to write about. It also gives me an enormous depth of empathy for others as they work through their own battles in life, and it gives me a lot of appreciation for what I do have; one disease free perfect breast.

It was after 6 pm when my plastic surgeon called. He said, “Thank you for seeing the infectious disease specialist today, I also saw him in the halls of the hospital and he shared with me his recommendation to remove your right breast implant.” “Yes.” I replied. “Trina, it is my recommendation as well, I just don’t think your body will accept an implant at this time. You have been through so much, we need to give your body a chance to heal and then we can revisit the reconstruction process later.” “Okay.” I quietly eeked out. I knew they were both right; my body was trying to expel the implant on its own, but disappointed doesn’t even begin to describe how I was feeling. I had endured so much: 15 surgeries to that breast, constant pain from the tissue expander for 9 months, 70 radiation treatments, 4 months of chemo, a year of Herceptin infusions, hot flashes from the Tamoxifen, blah blah blah…This part of the treatment was going to be the easy part; exchanging the tissue expander for an implant; the end of the tunnel, the finish line, over, complete, two breasts and no cancer. I had paid my dues, or so I thought.

The day before the surgery, I stood in the shower and broke down in tears, wailing sobs, shoulders shuttering tears, hands covering my face tears. Joe came into the bathroom and said in a quiet concerned voice “Hey, hey, what’s this about love?” “I’m just so sad about all of this, my body needs a break”, I replied. Joe sat in the bathroom with me while I finished crying and then he helped to dry me off with a towel and hugged me for as long as I needed him to. “I will love you no matter how many boobs you have”, he said, and I smiled because I knew that to be true, Joe is a good man, a very good man.

The morning of the surgery, I had a quiet resolve. I would be okay, I am a fighter, I am a survivor; I am a warrior.

Breast reconstruction surgery

Can I get a frequent flyer card for all of these surgeries please?

I expected to be knocked down emotionally after the surgeon took out the implant, and left me looking imbalanced, and for a few days I was. It took me 4 days to look under the bandages; I didn’t want to see the deformity that resided below the thick white gauze. Joe and I looked up Google Images of women who had one breast, so we had an image in our minds of what to expect. I knew it wasn’t going to be pretty, and I knew I would have to face my own image in the mirror sooner or later.

When I was finally ready, Joe gently peeled back the bandages and I could see by the look on his face that he wouldn’t be turned off by my lack of a mammary gland, fake or real. “It’s not that bad”, he said. I glanced down and took a deep breath, “Okay” I sighed. Looking in the mirror of myself was hard, is hard. The right side of my chest looks like a little old lady took out her dentures; the left side has a perfectly proportioned implant, it is kind of comical when you think about it.

On a follow up visit to the surgeon, we agreed to take it one week at a time and give my body the time it needs to fully heal. I let him know that my goal is full reconstruction and although I have been a pain in his neck for the last 5 years, our relationship wasn’t over yet. He smiled and said “It’s always good to see you Trina, and I’m glad to see your spunk is back.”

For now I will enjoy getting on with my life and you can just refer to me as the Unaboober, or how about Lefty, or you can stare at my platinum blonde hair and not even notice the disruption in symmetry. Either way, I am cancer free and happy.

Enjoying life after cancer

Watching my beloved son play Varsity Basketball

Surviving breast cancer

Enjoying life with my girlfriends.

9 thoughts on “One Tit Wonder

  1. Hi Trina – it was so nice to see you yesterday…and to be 100% honest all I notice is how pretty you are…you look beautiful!

  2. Hi Trina, I’ve been following your trials and tribulations often with tears in my eyes but also with a smile for your spunk and tenacity. You’ve got yet another person rooting for you! We’ve met only once (I think); I’ve met Curtis only a few more times. But I won’t be surprised if I’ll feel compelled to give you a hug when I see you again — you’ve shared so much, I feel like I know you.

    Keep on keeping on, as you do so well.
    ~Alice
    p.s. Linda is my sister; Josh is my nephew.

  3. Trina, another beautifully written entry! Thank you for allowing us to take part in this journey with you. You continue to amaze me with your strength, courage and ability to laugh at a difficult situation! Keep writing sister!!

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