I had the big C. Whew! Not a good time in my life.
Specifically, I had breast cancer, and my treatment consisted of a mastectomy, chemotherapy, radiation, and five years of Tamoxifen.
Now, I'm not going to lie. I was strong. I faced it all with my eyes on a future without cancer. Not because I'm naturally a strong person (most definitely not true), not because I suddenly found strength, not even because I was completely confident I would make it through it all, but I was strong because I'm a wife to an amazing husband and mother to three children--the oldest of which is just now a teenager (although she acted like she achieved that age a whole lot earlier) and the youngest just finished kindergarten.
Plain and simple--there was no other option.
Now I'm a year cancer-free (I love saying that), and I thought it was time to begin living my faith that God would provide a cancer-free future for a long time to come. So, I consulted a highly recommended plastic surgeon about breast reconstruction surgery. After speaking with her extensively, I elected to undergo a Tram-Flap Reconstruction.
As usual, it hasn't been easy. There have been complications, so over the next few blog posts, I'm going to use this space to explain my decisions, the process, the complications, and maybe answer some questions for anyone out there trying to make decisions of their own or those that are just curious.
This is what is swirling around in my mind right now, so I'm going to use this space to get those thoughts, fears, and musings out. Maybe then I'll free up some space in the old noggin for some lighter topics.