I've been on several Facebook sites for women who have DBX, and every question I ask has a yes, no, sometimes, never, yuh-huh, and nuh-uh answers, all of which are finished with, "Stay strong! You got this, girl!"
My current status: Drains 2 and 3 were removed. Drain 1 sporadically spits out more than the daily allowance, so that's staying in, even thought it hurts like hell. Drain 4 is working overtime, mainly because my whole right side is an angry, and I mean no SPF in Punta Cana in July, red. There's no infection. Dr. Butler cannot figure out why it's happening, but he's talking about removing the expander, which means I won't have reconstruction on that breast.
And I'm tired all the time. ALL the time. The doc says I should be moving more, even going up steps,
but he has no idea the extent of arthritis pain that causes.
In all of this, Jack's cousin Doug is losing his fight for his life, and Jack is nearly losing his mind with paperwork and financial details, while trying to handle the emotional loss as well.
I hit the cry wall on Sunday, and now I cry over everything.
Even over the new Chromebook on which I'm typing my blog.
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