If only the chaps could see me now. This is what am wearing: 1. Hospital pants: knitted, white and enormous 2. Post-operation socks: to prevent thrombosis – white, knee-high, hole underneath toes 3. Black secret-support top 4. Drain tube dangling from right side Arjen has gone to the Galapagos without me. His Facebook page is […]
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“That’s enough water,” Mum says, turning the bath taps off. I’m sitting in the bath and the drain bottle is on the floor. The water covers my thighs but the dressings are all down my right side and mustn’t get wet. Turning over, I lie on my left side and feel the warm water wash […]
“So there’s just a little bit too much liquid in the bottle for us to take the drain out,” the plastic surgery nurse says. “If it was under fifty, that would be fine, we’d take it out, but it’s eighty. You can still go home today but let’s keep the drain in.” “Mum won’t want […]
“Hello sweetie,” Mum says when I pick up the phone. “Hi Mum,” I say. “So I’ve found someone to operate on my finger and guess who it is? It’s your plastic surgeon,” Mum says, sounding so pleased with herself. “But he’s my one,” I say, feeling sad. “Why can’t you have someone different?” “I knew […]
“Let’s have a look, shall we?” My plastic surgeon says. He pulls the blue plastic curtain around us. Slipping my top off, I look down at the flat right side of my chest. It’s healed up beautifully. “That looks good,” he says. “It’s healed very well. What did your oncologist say?” “He says that it’s […]
Scars, Tears and Training Bras 