This time a year ago I was waking up from my fourth surgery. How excited I was to say goodbye to those awful tissue expanders and have the ‘new boobs’ in place. Of course at the time, I thought that was to be the last operation.
Anyway….
In thinking about another anniversary today I was looking back through some photos and found a few I haven’t shared from that time.
Below is another Dr D, this one is actually the gynaecologist who referred me to the Dr D who’s looked after the boob situation (confused?!).
I was laid up with a view of the entrance to the Maternity ward, when I saw him walk past. I was desperate to get his attention to say thank you. I wasn’t technically this Dr’s patient (my Gyno was out of town), I hadn’t had a consultation with him before so he had no prior knowledge of how determined I could be. Obviously he agreed to satisfy my demands for another opinion on my breast lumps, by sending me on to the other Dr D.
Thank goodness!
When this shot was taken, I’d said thank you many times over (and tried to explain to Mum that after so many others, this was the Dr who finally got me in to see a Breast Specialist). Dr D then told me how he read in disbelief the results of the lumpectomies. We discussed how his referral, had helped with an early diagnosis. Another, to whom I am forever indebted.
The photo below (taken just a little while after coming back from theatre) is one of my favourites with Mum. Despite all she was going through at this time, she’d made me some beautiful pink pj’s.
And this, is my sister Kristi. This is the first time she’d been able to come to the hospital to visit.
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