Living with Molly: Here We Go Again!

🎵 The Lazy Song — Bruno Mars (https://youtu.be/fLexgOxsZu0?si=L63q5WQizRqGtkqr) 😴😂

“Today I don’t feel like doing anything…” Which is basically doctor’s orders right now anyway and the high from the last few days has officially worn off 😆

I’m pretty sure that yesterday’s positivity and excitement may have been helped ever so slightly by hospital drugs, codeine and watching Fatboy Slim on BBC One whilst reminiscing about my clubbing days and wondering where exactly that carefree dancing girl disappeared to.

Instead of dancing until 3am I’m attached to a drain and getting excited about being allowed another cup of coffee and some toast!

I did actually sleep pretty well eventually though and today I’ve made a conscious decision that this is officially a “stay in bed and heal” day which for someone like me is really difficult.

So far I’ve:

Emptied my drain which was yuk to do as I hate blood. Read a bit. Done crosswords. Slept solidly after codeine. Attempted watercolour painting (attempted being the operative word). And mostly just stayed still. Not even put the telly on yet. Have spilled orange & pineapple juice all over the floor though as I leaned over awkwardly to get it and realised the lid wasn’t secure.

Outside it’s bright and sunny and I can hear people out in their gardens laughing and enjoying themselves, which makes me a tiny bit emotional when i’m stuck inside attached to tubes and surgical tape.

Not feeling sorry for myself really, maybe just a little bit sad, and very very itchy where the stitches are!

I think yesterday was all relief, drugs and adrenaline and “WHOOP! THANK GOD THE HORRIBLE BAR-STEWARD TUMOUR IS OUT.”

Whereas today feels more like: “Oh right, now I have to recover.”

For anyone wondering what they actually did, I’ll put the medical speak below, but essentially:

The tumour has gone, the breast has gone, and they’ve done an immediate reconstruction using an implant which now all needs time to heal.

Apparently I’ll be left with an anchor-shaped scar and in a few months they’ll fix the other boob so I’m less lopsided. Honestly even my boobs are incapable of symmetry and normality 🙄😂

The next thing to wait for is the pathology results and finding out what treatment comes next.

There’s nothing more I can do for now so maybe being lazy is the lesson for me today – to just stop, rest and heal.

Everybody has been amazing, family running around after me (think they’re already getting sick of it though!) and endless lovely messages keeping me going with people checking in, and It really does matter more than people realise.

Anyway, that’s today’s update. Not at all glamorous or inspirational.

Just real life, codeine naps and surgical drains.

And actually that’s enough for me for now ❤️

Sam x

Oops no, I forgot about the sexy surgical socks! And my biggest fan 🤣