I am healed. All is well. I no longer have Idiopathic Granulomatous Mastitis. If it weren’t for the long scar on my left ribcage, I can almost forget I ever had IGM. It seems so long ago and far away now. Another life. Isn’t it ironic that it took cutting out a part of my body to restore me to wholeness?
I said, “Bye-bye boob,” on February 4, 2014. It’s been a little over half a year, and I have recovered completely. After fourteen months of suffering, many of them in absolute agony, a scalpel brought relief. My body could not heal from IGM, but it healed beautifully from a mastectomy.
I have no pain. The mastectomy took it away immediately. As a matter of fact, I have no feeling where my boob once was. I have full range of motion, thanks to post-op physical therapy.
I have my life and my sanity back. I lost my mind for a few months, right before the surgery. I was literally out of my mind with pain. I was exhausted, weakened, almost defeated. I was so sick that I wanted somebody to put me out of my misery. I was ready to cut the damn boob off myself.
I have to admit that I’m glad a professional took care of cutting my boob off, because if I had done it myself, my scar would probably look awful. Do you want to know what surprises me? I like my scar. Aesthetically speaking, it’s lovely, smooth and slowly fading. I look in the mirror, and I see a beautiful, strong healthy body with one tiny breast and one scar. I do not miss my rogue boob.
I do not feel the need to hide my body, because I am not ashamed of how I look. I have an adhesive prosthetic boob, but I only wear it on special occasions. Most of the time, I just pull on a t-shirt and go. I have nothing to hide, and I really don’t think anybody is going to a) look, b) notice, or c) care. I feel comfortable in my body. It feels healthy and whole.
I love my mastectomy. It gave me my life back. I am healed. All is well. I am whole.