Sigh. Deep breaths. This is not a big deal. I can get through this.
Ok, I’m ready now. So, here is what has happened over the last week. As I have explained, way way back in 2013, when I had my first mastectomy with abdominal flap reconstruction, my dr made a hip-to-hip incision across my abdomen. It healed well – it was smooth and barely noticeable (not that I was ever wearing bikinis or that anyone other than my husband was seeing it anyway). Five years later, a strange sort of blister formed randomly along the scar on my left side. It looked like this at first:
On the right side you can see the smooth incision (along with some stretch marks and marks from my pants waistband), and on the left side you can see the gross blistering thing that grew over a period of a few days with the incision traveling across like a disgusting varicose vein. Eventually that thing (an infected permanent stitch) opened up, grossness ensued, my plastic surgeon tried to fix it in his office twice to no avail, and I had to have surgery for him to open it up, clean it out, and close it back up.
Ok, fast forward to a month ago (now 11 years since that first incision and 6 years since that surgery to fix the wound). I feel under my skin in the same exact spot a lump. I happen to see my oncologist for my regularly scheduled check up a few days after noticing it, and she orders an ultrasound. Ultrasound tech and radiologist have no idea what it is, but they can tell it’s not cells, so it’s not cancer. I email my plastic surgeon who says yeah, it could be another infected stitch, just keep an eye on it, no need to do anything unless it gets worse.
Well, this is my body we’re talking about, so of course it got worse. Within a few days, it grew. Then it became raised so I could see it above my skin along the incision. Then it became red and purplish (see above pic). At that point, I made an appt with my dr for the end of March. On Saturday night, a half hour before my husband and I were leaving to see Book of Mormon, I noticed the teeny tiniest drop of blood in the center of it. When I went to wipe it away, well, the floodgates opened. I managed to clean it and bandage it, and it was fine for a couple of days.
On Tuesday, I showered as usual, cleaned it in the shower (lots of grossness), bandaged it, and then went to a long meeting. When I stood up at the end of the meeting, I realized I was wet! This thing had oozed through two bandages, my pants, and my shirt. Luckily I was wearing a long black cardigan and could quickly cover up. Immediately upon returning home, I emailed my dr. His nurse set me up with an appt to see his PA this morning (he is out of town) and to see him on Tuesday.
This morning I saw the PA. Like most everyone who’s seen this thing, she was pretty consfused as to what it is. Nonetheless, her orders from the dr were to open it up further, clean it out, and pack it. So she got right to it. This stuff doesn’t tend to make me queasy. I’m saying “grossness” in this post instead of giving a lot of details in order to spare my three readers, not because it really grosses me out that badly. I’ve gone through a lot of gross body stuff: in addition to multiple surgeries, I’ve had a baby, I have two dogs – I mean, I touch lots of fluids and scabs and materials that aren’t even my own. But when I saw what this PA was doing this morning, I nearly passed out. I’m going to describe it right here and you can skip down to the next paragraph if you’d like: she took the naked back end of a long q-tip and stuck it into the hole in this large blister, then pushed it through to create a large pocket, like a hollow sac, so that she could remove any clots and other debris and so fluid would exit more easily. It didn’t hurt; I did feel some pressure, but watching just how far in she could push that stick seriously made me almost black out. She took a small-tipped bottle of saline, put the tip into the hole, filled the sac with fluid, then flushed it out. Then she used the naked back end of a clean q-tip to push a strip of gauze into the pocket, and instructed me to do this to myself twice a day.
I left there with with a bottle of gauze strips and a handful of long q-tips. And now I’ll be packing my own wound until I see the dr on Tuesday, when I expect he’ll tell me to prep for yet another surgery. Like I said: sigh. Deep breaths. This is not a big deal. I can get through this.