After a week in the ICU, I went to my sisters house to recover some more.  My apartment is on the second floor and I wasn't able to do stairs right away.  Between my Mom, Dad, Tiffany, and her husband; I was a full time job.  They managed to keep me medicated and as comfortable as I could be.  My poor Dad would have to come in to help me lift my head to adjust my pillow.  You don't realize how much you use a muscle until that muscle gets cut.  I chose to use stomach tissue to rebuild the breasts.  This creates an incision from one hip to the other hip.  I had drains for the breast rebuild, and drains also on each hip from the stomach incision.  My Mom and Sister were my intensive care nurses.  Changing bandages, measuring output from my drains, and keeping them clean.  Bless there heart they even had to put up with seeing my bum as I got in and out of the shower.  They would have a chair and an apple juice waiting for me, because even just a basic shower took everything out of me.  My Dad was head night nurse.  He would come in at all hours of the night to give me medication and a pudding because the meds need to be taken with food.  We had many fun conversations at 2 am. 

I also had to wear a binder around my waist 24/7 for the first month and I was not to stand completely straight for the first month either.  My sister had the great idea of using a golf club as my cane. Turn a golf club upside down and you have the rubber grip on the floor, and the head as a hand support.  They make a great cane.  At least my clubs came in handy for something.