Reconstruct

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Current stage in my physical reconstruction. My hair is making a comeback and so am I.

Reconstruct

  • : to build (something damaged or destroyed) again

For the past week I have been recovering from my breast reconstruction surgery. I thought I would be back at it in just a few days—but unfortunately, I caught the flu mid-recovery. This meant even more time spent in my house, chained to my recliner. I’ve had plenty of time to feel thankful, sad, angry, lonely and…to cry. The reconstruction recovery reminded me that I never blogged about my mastectomy. Here I am at the rebuilding, and I never shared what it felt like when my breasts were destroyed.

As I think back to my bilateral mastectomy on October 16, I didn’t mourn the loss of my breasts. I was just focused on getting the cancer out. I knew because of a new procedure and my amazing surgeons at Moffitt, my mastectomy wouldn’t look like the scary mastectomy photos I had seen online. I suppose that lessened the blow. I would never see or feel them again—but I didn’t grieve the loss at that time. I was also distracted by all of the other things I was grieving at that time.

A week ago, I stood in front of the mirror for what seemed like hours staring at my new breasts. Breast that will probably be in the same position when I am 80 if I make it there, lol. They look beautiful, but they aren’t mine. For the first time I cried over the loss of my real breasts…5 months later. They weren’t just my breasts, they fed my 4 children as I nursed them. They were a part of me. I was finally really grieving the loss.

It’s hard to understand this loss unless you have experienced it. Sure, everyone will agree it that is hard and say they can’t imagine. Some will also tell you that since chemo is over and you have been “built again” it’s over! New breasts, yay how exciting! It’s not over. Cancer will never be over for me. Not only did my breasts have to be rebuilt, but I am being reconstructed in other ways too. I never doubted that I would beat this, but I never imagined how hard it would be either. Every step. Not just the surgeries, chemo and loosing my hair. There is an isolation that I can not explain, even with hundreds of people who have my back and would jump the moment I call. I do appreciate all of the the people in my life. The family and friends who have taken care of me, the friends that have prayed for me from afar and the friends who treat me like Cathy and not the sick girl with cancer.

We all have a chance to be rebuilt or to rebuild something that has been damaged or destroyed. This journey has given me time to take a close look at the things that need to be rebuilt in my life. My confidence, my self-worth, my independence. Those were never wavering a year ago. But just as I have had to mourn the loss of my breasts, I have had to mourn the loss of my old life. There are good days and bad. But with every step what has been destroyed—is being rebuilt.

XO,

C

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  2. Donna

    Cathy
    I don’t know you but I feel like I know you. I have followed your journey. You are so young to have to go through this.
    I have not had cancer but my husband did and I lost him.
    The thing about loss is huge…you not only lost your health, your breasts, life as you knew it, but in a sense you have lost yourself as you knew you.
    You will come out of this shades of a new you.
    We don’t know why these things happen…I for one am glad I don’t know. But I do know the ONE who has been by my side and held me the whole time. And I know you do too. And it’s all that matters.
    Love you girl. Keep fighting.

  3. Jane

    Cathy, I don’t know you but I fully identity with your message. I have been on the same journey and I truly understand. It’s been over 9 years for me and I’m still trying to adjust to my new normal. Wishing you many blessings.

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