Boobette

I should write about happy things. More happy things happen than bad things. It's incredible that, even with cancer, life is still so good. I have almost no hair, but it's growing back. I have breast cancer, but the fight is going, mostly, very well. I've been through a lot, but I can still bike and do other things that I love. It's just that I have so much more to say about the crappy things that happen! I guess that's just the way people are sometimes. Get me mad and I'm off and running - at the mouth, that is. So, yeah, I'm mad right now. Mad that the 'seroma' that was a result of the right side mastectomy didn't 'just go away' as promised. It never even began going away. I have had a 'boobette' on my right side since the surgery. I will concede that the surgeon did a good job. That , being aware of my future plan to explore reconstructive surgery one day, a little extra skin was left behind. It was probably just happenstance that the seroma, the boobette, never resorbed. Now, though, the thing is infected! That's right, infected. The right side of my chest is the color of a deep blush and I'm on antibiotics for ten days. It's messed with my range-of-motion, feels puffy and stiff and made me really mad!