Had my final reconstruction,  yesterday! The surgery took 3:24. A little longer than I had expected but worth it.  I didn't sleep very well, last night. After an extended nap, sleeping all the way home then most of the evening, I feel like a baby with my days and nights mixed up. The anesthesia and I still didn't get along.  Woke up nauseated but that happens every time. Feeling much better this morning, after I kept Kenny up most of the night getting me food, drinks and helping me to the bathroom. (Too much saline)

Sitting here with my morning coffee, that he made for me (He does that every morning, though) my puppers, and my husband thinking about the whirlwind 11 months that we've had. Whew! Glad we're nearing the end. I will still meet with my oncologist every 3 months and my oncology surgeon, yearly so they can monitor me. But, the hard parts are over. 
Now for my new boobs!  They're even and look pretty good.  The worst part is my tummy. They lipoed some fat from my belly to shape my boobs. They could have taken a little off the back end and thighs, too. There's plenty to be removed back there!
Back to the belly,  I'm a little tender and have to wear a belly band for 2 weeks. Talk about uncomfortable.  I guess I should have told them I have Spanx. I'm pretty sure those would have worked.  I'm back in the mastectomy bras, so pretty!  My chest is completely marked up with a sharpie.  But, boy these boobs or what I can see of them look pretty good. TMI? I hope not. I know a lot of women who wrestle with the reconstruction question. I'm just keeping it real. 
Before this whole breast cancer thing, my left was bigger than my right and they would fall into my pits. They're the same size, now! They aren't armpit boobs! No more falling out on one side or gapping on the other. Not sure of the cup size, will figure that out after I'm healed. I shouldn't need a pushup bra ever again. My boobs haven't looked like this since before I had kids. Don't get me wrong, I loved my old boobs. They nourished my 3 boys when they were babies. They had stretch marks. They were mine, despite their flaws. I'll learn to like these new, pretty ones but not as much. I'm just glad to have the expanders replaced with these more natural feeling, softer implants.  The expanders sucked! They felt like 2 softballs on my chest. They looked no where close to natural. I could poke the expanders and cause a dimple, kind of like a flat dodge ball. They krinkled like a hard plastic. They had started moving into my pits and pinching a nerve. My armpits and my bat wings were numb. I'm so glad they are gone.  Would I do all of this all over again? ABSOLUTELY!   Yes, they're fake. My real ones tried to kill me. 
I have to give some shout outs!
To my husband, Kenny, thank you for dealing with my grouchy days, my weepy days, my insomnia nights and waiting on me hand and foot. You are the best nurse I could ask for, in sickness and in health.
To my backbone, Daniel Stephen! When I first found out, he was my frog. My frog? Mark Twain has a quote about eating a live frog, I'll let you look it up. I waited too tell him last, not sure how to tell him. He has been there through every procedure, even when Momma told him he didn't need to be. He was there for my first chemo, helping me laugh to keep the anxiety at bay.  He's my son with his Momma's quick wit and attitude. He's seen more of me this past 11 months than what he counted on but then again, this is the child who couldn't wait on me to get to the delivery room. Yep, born in the labor room with my entire family and in-laws in the room. I guess this is his pay back.
To Dylan, for always coming in to check on me and the funny snapchats to make me feel better.
To Dalton, for always wanting to cuddle the ick away. No matter if I wasn't feeling well or just tired, cuddling always makes it better.
To my parents, thank you for having my back, the phone calls and the strength. Dad, thanks for such a great shaped head. I couldn't have pulled off bald without it! We have some good genes!
To my river besties, thanks for all the talks and laughs. You made a crappy summer more enjoyable. 
And finally, to all of you. Thank you for the prayers and kind remarks. Know that I've read every comment and saw every emoji. To each of you I am grateful.  
I am, truly, blessed!
As I near the end of the hard parts, I thank God for each of you whether you are family, a friend or total stranger that has become a friend.