A Pound of Flesh...

I'm a little sore and tired, but otherwise doing very well with all things considering. They removed the bump and the surrounding area – about half a square foot. The surgeon filleted all the skin and tissue down to the muscle. I've not seen the actual incision site all stapled up, as I must leave my bandage on for at least two days before I can remove it, but the bandage reaches from my nipple to my shoulder blade. It's quite large.

Above: Me enjoying a saltine cracker and some Ginger Ale after surgery.

It's an odd sensation. It feels as though someone has tightened my internal corset. It doesn't hurt per se (unless I cough or laugh), but it is tender. I'm prohibited from doing any heavy lifting or bending. I joked with one of the nurses that I had to rush home to rake some leaves. She didn't think it was that funny and I was quickly rewarded with a smart of pain for my bad humor. They say that now is one of the most dicey parts; the concerns are that they successfully removed all cancerous cells and that the wound does not become infected. For me, this list also includes paying for everything. I am trying to focus on my recovery and not on the mounting medical bills. I have faith that everything will work; I have, after all, already paid a pound of flesh.