Let’s call this blog a word to the wise, from the not-so-wise.
My incision sites are over three months old. I thought, just before my trip, that I was ready to try to loosen up some scar tissue. The adhesion was pretty intense on my left side, and although massage and stretching are very helpful, I know eventually those scars need to loosen up. I used a very light touch, and a very soft brush that I normally use for washing my face, and started at the incision site and brushed, very gently, downward.
The result was gradual, very intense bruising, admonishment from my lymphedema specialist and a visit to the Cancer Centre, who made room for me only because I told them I was headed to the emergency room if they couldn’t. Also, round ten of antibiotics this year. Do I want to put this out there? Nope. I’ve spent the past week or so kind of hiding out, and shopping for very soft bras with no wires whatsoever, because it would appear that even the gentlest pressure is going to wreak havoc on my torso. I do, however, want to make sure this little lesson gets out there somehow. So here you go.
Lesson learned. I am not as healed as I would like to be. If any of you are thinking of rushing things, don’t. This shit takes time. That is all.