A journey
Yesterday, August 30, was the first year mastectomy anniversary, and I expected it to be a difficult day, like the lumpectomy anniversary was.
But it was kind of a non-event.
I joked about it to my PT (we had our surgeries the same day with the same surgeon) at 11 and had two afternoon meetings. I came home, did some SOS web stuff for work, ran errands.
But I didn’t sleep well.
This is what it looks like when you screw up your lymphedema bandaging.
Believe it or not, the left hand looks a lot better than it did at 9 am, when there was no knuckle definition at all.
The ARM looks great. But it’s because I sent lymph down to hand instead of up. I thought bandage across hand was tight enough but clearly it wasn’t.
And FINGERS look good. Just palm and wrist (outside).