A few days before my mastectomy, my brother cut my long hair short for me. The thought of it tickling my neck and ratting up on the back of my head just didn't seem worth enduring, seeing as I'm likely to lose all of it in a few weeks anyway, once I begin chemotherapy.
I'm home from the hospital now, two days out from surgery and doing okay. I'm still a little woozy from the anesthesia, achy in spots, numb in others, but relatively mobile.
I'm wrapped tight in ace bandages from clavicle almost to the base of my ribs. Tomorrow a visiting nurse comes to change the dressing underneath, an event I both look forward to and dread, as I'm yet to see and really absorb the reality of my permanently altered self. With my remaining breast bound tight and all the padding of the surgical dressing, it's hard to grasp the extent of my newly acquired asymmetry.
There's much more to say but it will have to wait. For now, photos can do the talking. J~ took these this morning...