An Education in Sloshing

Sloshing.

Yes – an official term referred to in much of the literature provided by many of the Breast Cancer support services.

I’d read about it, but not really appreciated exactly what it meant.

Let me try to explain.

Imagine two round hot water bottles (only cold) in your chest. Each time you bend/lean forward, to the side or backwards – the fluid within – moves. That, is sloshing.

Some of these movements I’ve discovered, can bring on an immediate wave of nausea. It stops me in my tracks. Rather than giving into it – I try to laugh at the strangeness of the sensation.

Blessing is – it won’t continue with the permanent silicone implants.

Bring on October 19!

In The Swim

Well..The day I’d been waiting for.

I was nervous as I taped my scars, (amazed at how my changed shape now had to really squeeze into my togs) and determined to meet the challenge of driving to the pool, having a go and getting home all by myself.

The rush of emotions as I entered the complex was almost indescribable. Being an indoor pool the noise of the filters was deafening, the smell of the chlorine – overpowering and the activity of others quite frightening.

The environment in which I was usually so comfortable – now felt a little overwhelming.

I took the disabled ramp and as each inch of my body was submerged in the water – there were tingles. How long I’d waited to feel the warmth, support and familiarity of the water. My body really needed just to float and relax and unlike any time during the past few months to experience no pain or even pressure.

 

The ‘vice on the chest’ that Dr D had warned I would experience kicked in almost immediately. I fought it as best I could, before the tears of frustration welled in my eyes and created a most unhelpful fog in my goggles! After a mere two laps of breastroke (ironic huh?) I was done.

Oh – forgot to mention as I attempted the first stroke – bringing my hands into my chest I quite literally banged them into my ‘new chest’. Note to self – even though you can’t feel them – boobs there!

Turning Point

It’s been 3 weeks since I’ve seen Dr D and Andrea the breast care nurse. She’s happy with how the scars are healing, but comments I “still look tiny”, and there’s no way I’ll be able to “work full-time for a while yet.”

As Dr D takes a look at how things are progressing I ask if they’re “pool ready?” He says yes and I nearly jump off the bed with excitement. Yes! He’s finally given me the okay to get in the water!

At this consultation we also discuss that ongoing stabbing pain in my back and whether some physio/massage may help. Perhaps the key point of discussion though, is the next operation. We book it in for October 19, around 3 months from now. I have 3 months to get my fitness back (and build a bit more strength!) in preparation.

Dr D asks casually about what size I think I might go. We ascertain that I was a large A-cup, to a B depending on cut/style etc. He checks my records to confirm that I’ve probably ‘grown’ about a cup size. Now to me that doesn’t mean much – my ‘breasts’ are such a strange shape and have been kind of swollen for so long now – it’s hard to tell what they may finish up like. When I ask him how he tells, I’m a little taken aback by how tiny my boobs really were! (I’ve asked a few girlfriends “what do you reckon a boob would weigh?” All too often I’ve been met with “what mine, or yours?” A couple have guestimated a kilo – kilo 1/2. Proof they’re thinking of their breasts not mine!) As it turns out I now have 420mills of saline in each side. As for weight, Dr D tells me that on removal my left breast (which hadn’t been as ‘dissected‘ as the right during previous surgeries) weighed only 300 grams, so comparing that to mills – I’ve gone up around 120-ish – or say a cup size.

We decide this size, or perhaps just a bit bigger will suffice. He promises to tidy up my scars and move the implants in a bit closer too (which will require a bit more dissection closer to my sternum.) I’m glad about that. At the moment I feel like my ‘boobs’ are a couple of inches apart and positioned more under my arms than on my chest!

Back to work is the next big issue. How on earth do I fit back into the hard and fast world that is radio? How do I manage the responsibility of being the News Director and also complete an On-Air shift every day? What will be the reaction to my long absence, diagnosis, treatment, physical state? Is it this – the viewpoint of my superiors, colleagues and acquaintances that has my stomach in knots, or perhaps the question of how I will cope with stepping back into my day-to-day after months of being focused almost entirely on my health?

Mother & Daughter Weekend

This is the beautiful Gaia Retreat just a few minutes from Byron Bay – just what the Doctor ordered.

As my strength improved I was keen to spend some time out of the house. (As comfortable as it is – I was beginning to feel like a hermit!) A weekend away with Mum also seemed like an ideal opportunity to take stock – for both of us. The whirlwind that has been the past few months just happened. We’ve talked lots along the way – but mostly about treatment/possible outcomes. While dealing in a very practical way with the reality of the situation, there hasn’t really been any time to reflect on the gravity of the situation.

Red wine and a sumptuous dessert helped the conversation along!

 

Being Olivia Newton-John’s retreat – there was much support for breast cancer sufferers/survivors. There were also plenty of lovely orchids and lillies – her favourites! A recent photo shoot had the star herself lounging back in this beautiful chair. Being a bit of a fan, Mum just couldn’t resist!

 

Without much explanation – the staff seemed to intimately understand my situation. This is one of the therapists Angelika, who expertly and ever-so-gently gave my cramped back and sides some much-needed attention in the massage room.

Did I mention the food? Everything organic and each dish beautifully prepared. Mum even tucked into the green lentil curry! (For those who know Mum – the photographic proof was necessary!)
Alongside the dining room is a very comfortable lounge area – complete with a well-stocked library and a unique collection of sculptures – including many female torsos.
Although I was hoping to take part in the morning yoga and other daily activities – I was still a little delicate so opted out. I was more than a bit frustrated at needing to retreat to the room for a ‘nanna nap’, but still had a wonderful time.
Mum had a date with one of the in-house naturopaths and also took the time to explore the spectacular scenery from various vantage points throughout the property. We also sat in on the cooking class which had a Middle Eastern flavour – baba ganoush and saffron & cardamom basmati rice!

On Ya Bike

We all know you can’t underestimate the benefits of exercise. (And well..I’m not afraid to hop on the bike wearing bedsocks and jarmies!)

Just balancing on the seat was at first a little daunting, as I wasn’t able to put my hands on the handlebars and push any weight down through my arms.

 


Hey – I’m working on my fitness, not image!

I started out with rides of just 2-3 minutes each day and within a couple of weeks was doing 10-20 minutes every other day. If I can’t get in the pool – the bike will have to do.

Back on track

Getting back on track is challenging.

Okay – that’s an understatement.

My days sometimes revolve around the bath, shower, a doctor’s appointment, or what we’re going to eat and when. With floaties in hand (or across chest to protect it from the seatbelt), I’ve started joining Paul on the grocery run. The movement as we’re driving in the car isn’t as ‘violent’ as it was a few weeks ago. Getting in and out of the car still requires a fair bit of effort and it seems after a few months in the wilderness, I’ve become quite the nervous shopper. (Yes, me!)

You see handbags on shoulders tend to be just at the height of my chest, trolleys can be bumped in my direction, things can fall off shelves and it’s amazing how many children bowl through the aisles without consideration for others. Wanting to scream at them is one thing, but I have on occasion found myself contemplating sticking out my leg to trip them up. Not nice – but it would at least slow them down!

Dr D has also given me the okay to drive. How exciting and terrifying at the same time. I ignore the nerves, telling myself ‘you do it every day’. I still feel quite weak and haven’t been in control of a vehicle for months, it’s daunting to say the least. The floatie is as important as buckling up. I start with 5-10 minute runs along familiar routes, avoid reverse and parallel parking wherever possible and have to remember once I’ve made it to my destination – I need an energy reserve to make it home. Okay – the confidence has taken a hit, but I’m the only one who can ensure it returns. I try for a little outing each day.

Settling In

Dr D is obviously happy with how things are progressing. Although that tiny bit of the scar on my left side has still not healed completely. As such – a relax in the pool is still out of the question. (You know with the chlorine and, ahh – tinted bodily fluid….)

My next follow-up appointment is three weeks away. At first – I go into a bit of a tailspin – I’ve seen him & Andrea each week for the best part of the last three months. In hindsight – this is actually a bit of a milestone.

He’s giving my body and me, time to get back into the day-to-day routine.

I’ve graduated from handing my dirty plates to Paul, to washing up myself. I know it doesn’t seem like a big deal, but these most mundane of tasks haven’t really been on my ‘to-do list’ of late.

As it turns out taking the washing downstairs, loading up the machine, operating the dryer (okay my carbon footprint is on the increase – forget hanging clothes and linen outside for now!), folding and carting upstairs requires a mammoth amount of effort. In fact, it took almost an entire day (between sleep/rest) to get through just one load.

With a bit of help to lift pots and pans, I’m back to making dinner etc. One of the first meals attempted was a good old fashioned roast (enough of the pre-prepared, frozen & re-heated curries etc.) Thought you might like to see Paul’s creative ‘plating-up’.

 

 

 

What would the MasterChef judges think?!

Plastered, but Well Chilled

The pain and discomfort I experienced during the ‘infill’ process (particularly round two), meant I was not very sociable for the first 3-4 days after each procedure. (Okay – I was a right snot.) I then had a couple of days of feeling not too bad, before the next go.

One well-timed, laughter-filled visit is captured below.

Mick ‘the cleaner’ (just rolls off the tongue – he’s been cleaning at the station from day 1!), Ange and Keegan.


Big Mick found it just hilarious that I’d had the cast done and was slightly flushed when he asked if he could ‘touch it’? With Paul’s permission (funny that hey – not mine?!) He, well – had a feel.

We laughed lots, at many things. Including the fact that the expanders feel cold and hard. Somehow we came to agree that I (or my new cleavage) would be very handy should you need your drink kept well chilled!

A Day Out

I’ve been pretty much housebound since the surgery, venturing only to the surgeon’s rooms and back. I was determined this had to change so we could visit our favourite place – Mount Tamborine one particular Sunday.

You see our special friends Jon and Kim Heslop who own and run Witches Falls Winery were hosting their annual Members’ Day and I didn’t want to miss out!

A bit of pain relief on board and floaties in position, we set off up the hill. The run up I’d rather forget (I’m sure Paul would too!) however being able to enjoy that beautiful crisp mountain air, a bit of sunshine, good company etc. was worth it.

I know I’m holding the glass of my favourite pinot – but it was Paul’s. Unfortunately, the painkillers meant this shot was just for show!

Driving Miss Kate

There was a strange nervousness I felt at leaving the safety of a hospital room and the staff. (Not that I wanted to stay, I guess I was just feeling a bit fragile.)

Some chilly but refreshing rain was falling as Paul went to get the car. I delicately positioned myself in the seat and placed the protective floaties between my chest and the seat belt.

I’ve never suffered from motion sickness, yet soon after setting off, felt an unsettling wave wash over me. Then I began cursing the rain I love so much, for creating unavoidable potholes.

Luckily for me, Paul and the interior of the car, the trip was over in under five minutes and I was home.