Surgery was completed. They had some issues, my muscles didn't want to co-operate so they had to be more forceful. Therefore, I was in more pain than the average person. Healing was followed by a great dose of idiocy on the part of my husband's work, but it got sorted out enough to cause only a minor hiccup in the healing process.
Things discovered in these past two weeks include a couple items that I am not too happy to admit. I am very much self conscious of my image. The surgery, although a success, was not something to close the book on my journey to seem more female. The "breasts" do not match and one is much smaller than the other... Not to mention that it also does not have any form of shape of a breast. All this has entered my mind and caused me to feel like no matter what, my body will never look anything close to what I once had. Perhaps it was childish to think that I could appear as I once did, a fairytale ending to the painful journey, but it was a hope from the start. I need to start accepting that I will have a very different body. I will not have what I once did, I will be different in appearance.
Another thing I'm noticing, I am coming to loathe hearing people talk about how much the are helping those with breast cancer by running a marathon. I have met so many people that will never be touched by the funds being funneled into these high-profile walks. The money will go to advertising, maybe some to research, perhaps there will even be a fraction of a percentage that goes to a support group somewhere in a large city. If you want to raise money for the organization, that's fine, but don't think you're going to make me all fuzzy because you tell me how much you support that annual run.
I am hoping to one day feel more accepting of the many different feelings and awarenesses that I am experiencing. I know this will be a long journey, but I will travel it. I will try to find more understanding within myself, and perhaps understand and accept the things that I am enduring.