It’s October 24, which also happens to be my deceased mother’s birthday and it is my last day of radiation! You know what that means — I’m done! I’ve gone through all the treatments; I’ve stayed strong; I tried bald hair and now it is finally over. There were tears running down my face when I walked out of the radiation center and into my car. I knew my mother was looking down at me from heaven. My girls threw a celebration at one of our favorite hangouts to celebrate the milestone. Even the restaurant was in on it. I just felt everything was going to be okay. I had one surgery left and it was the exchange surgery to take out my tissue expanders and replace them with silicone implants. Although that is still part of the treatment, in my mind, that was the good part. I just had to wait six months, I’d buy my last bracelet and I was DONE. I wasn’t done. I didn’t know it at the time but I was about to face my biggest complication to date and it was a doozy.
My breast blew up. Let me repeat that…My. Breast. Blew. Up. You can see the intro video of the story (not the explosion). It’s not to be missed. Not because it’s traumatic and funny — and it is both, but also because it is a cautionary tale. Please see the post The Spontaneous Combustion of My Breast.