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Post Op Day Ten

Today was a much better day.

I’m praising God specifically because my
back is on the mend and Myles has been around all weekend. Thank God.

My mastectomy stuff has turned into pain from the muscles and where they took breast tissue. My chest looks misshapen because of the missing tissue and because the expander hasn’t been filled yet. So my skin drops from the breastbone ridge or whatever, dips backwards into my chest and then comes up and back out to meet with the rest of it. Gross.

Drains come out Tuesday and HOPEFULLY he’ll start filling but I don’t expect him to.

Andrew has been so amazing through all of this. He’s amazing ANYWAY. But this- I don’t know why I was worried....

Oh yes I do. Because I’m a type A control freak. 

This has been really good for our marriage because I’m HAVING to let things go and just trust him. Instead of trying to control everything. It’s very hard to do and has nothing to do with who I’m with. I just have to be in charge. So it’s definitely an eye opener to see my husband and remember that I don’t need to be controlling. He’s got this and God’s got him.

Anyways. My point is anything can be a teaching moment if you pay attention. I really hope I can carry this on after my recovery. That’s something y’all can pray about. 

God is a wonderful, loving God and  I’m just so blessed by Him. I just pray that others can see their blessings as well.

In other news, there is no other news. Yay!

#praiseHimonthemountain #unBRCAble #previvor #hatethesedrains #almoststeppedonone #foobscomingsoon

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