Have I ever mentioned that I have horrible luck? If I have not let me tell you that now; I definitely have bad luck. I mean first I am diagnosed with breast cancer at the age of 35 I actually found it before my 35th birthday but diagnosis was at 35.
I develop MRSA, which if you don’t know it is the medicine resistant staph infection, also known as the flesh eating staph, from the lumpectomy and get hospitalized. I choose to have prophylactic bilateral mastectomies and TRAM Flap reconstruction and the plastic surgeon over stuffed me causing me to have 5 extra surgeries to close the wound one of them was a skin graft. I then become one of the 2% of people who develop necrosis after from poor blood supply from the surgery and have to have tissue removed and saline implants put in. Then the saline implants that were put in were not filled correctly so the girls felt like an under filled water bed.
I give up on my first plastic surgeon and changed to a new one when I start turning pink and find out that they don’t recommend implants on sides that are radiated (which I was). The new surgeon thought I was turning pink from the implant so he removed it. The next surgery for that side was a huge success, finally. He had to remove the implant on the other side because it was not done right and now finally I had a silicone implant.
But wait for it, I started turning pink again! I know! Millions of women have breast implants and they don’t turn pink and here I am turning pink again. Pink is just not my color. Because of the fact that I ended up developing MRSA a total of 5 times in the last few years and the first sign is usually me turning pink they test me for that. Luckily this time it was negative so it was determined that my body just does not like implants. Unfortunately I really did like my newest “girl” and was very sad to see it go but it had to, great time for another surgery. I finally had a matching set of “girls” and one was going to be gone again. The surgeon said we could do another surgery to balance them again using fat or muscle from somewhere else but I don’t know what I am going to do, I really don’t want anymore surgeries.
Wont you agree this is bad luck? I know some say I have good luck because I am still here and that is true but come on don’t I get a break?