Over the next few days I gradually got used to my new boob. Too small, disfigured nipple, rectangular shape. Despite not having particularly good boobs before, they were my natural shape. I really felt now as if I'd got a man boob, given the shape and the size. I really just didn't get why he'd mismatched them. The intention, or at least MY intention, was to match up my breasts so that when I went in for my mastectomy and reconstruction, I'd have 2 fairly equal boobs. Now, my healthy boob nipple was higher and smaller than the cancer boob nipple AND the healthy boob was a lot smaller.
Almost second to the appearance (which was causing me great distress) was the reaction that I’d developed to the dressings that had been on there. A sticky stingy rash that felt like I’d got stinging nettles in my bra caused pain and loads of irritation. Something cold on it helped, but only temporarily. Back on the pain killers again. Ironic really. The pain from the wounds was minor compared to the reaction.
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