The last thing I remember as the general anesthesia entered my system was making one last plea with the doctor, ‘I believe in you doctor, you’ll save both my life and my precious one’ (i admit, I was legit guilt tripping the man)
I still remember how nervous I was that morning at the Aga Khan Hospital in Nairobi, Kenya. It was a chilly Thursday morning on the 29th June. I had just returned from my holiday and was ‘ready’ to face the surgeons blade for a second operation, this time with more implications that the former one.
I had visited Professor Ronald Wasike a month prior. A happy doctor if there ever was one. He is a specialist in Breast Cancer surgery and as per my research, a proponent for breast conservation surgery in the treatment of breast cancer. Dear reader, by now it should be pretty obvious what my concerns were, so his confidence and attentive nature were enough to allay my fears.
However, while he and his team would try to achieve a clean result (aka.keep the titties as intact as possible), he made it clear that as much as they would use frozen section procedure (read about it here) in order to figure out to what extent of the cancer they were removing, if the first removal of tissue still showed positive margins (read The Diagnosis-Part 2), he would have no option but to perform a full mastectomy. He even gave me a fatherly pep talk that morning because it seemed like he knew what I should be prepared for.
Knowing this to be a real possibility, I’d spent the previous evening reading up on what I should prepare for, physically and emotionally, if our worst case scenario became my reality. I wanted to wake up from the operation prepared. I even did research on what type of breast reconstruction I’d opt for. It was interesting to learn that its not as simple as the regular boob job and for this reason some women choose not to have one done after their mastectomy – incase you’re wondering, I settled for ‘implant reconstruction'(use of an implant filled with saline/silicon) because I don’t have enough idle fat on my body for the ‘flap reconstruction’ option (use of tissue from another part of your body). Either way, I wanted to have options for when I woke up.
Four hours later I found out.