Earlier this week, hubby had his follow-up appointment with the specialist who did his surgery. All had went well and the non-cancerous mass, otherwise known as a Gynecomastia was successfully removed from my husband’s right breast. As a result of the surgery though, he had built up quite a large amount of fluid, (occasionally, a doctor will put a drainage tube in the breast, but in my husband’s case he did not think it was necessary). Yet, he did think there was quite a bit of fluid which needed to be taken out.
Next thing we see, is a very large syringe, which the doctor immediately jabs up into the breast. How my husband didn’t yell some profanity is beyond me, because if that had been my breast, well, I wouldn’t be able to write the words. Either way, the syringe is in the breast quickly filling up with fluid, when the doctor asks his intern for another barrel, then another, then another, then another, well you get the drift. After all the fluid was drained, hubby figures the doctor removed about a tenth of a litre. My husband’s breast is now deflated and he is now left with a dent. He is not impressed. A scar fine, a dent not fine.
After we leave the office, he turns to me, and says “With all your technological gadgets, why on earth did you not pull out your cell phone and record this?” I respond “Well I was so taken aback by that needle being rammed into your breast…… f***, really?”
Gosh I’ve only just realised this! So sorry – it must have been such a worry. Glad he’s ok though
It was a huge worry, probably more for our children than hubby and I. Thank you.
So glad all is well, I am with your husband though how could you resist not recording.
I don’t know, it didn’t even cross my mind.
hope he heals quickly and feels so much better.
Thank you, so do I! We still can’t spoon since he can’t lay on that side, and well switching sides of the bed just isn’t in the cards for either of us! lol
I’m so glad your husband doesn’t have cancer.
We are too! I don’t think our children could have handled it, after losing their aunt, my sister-in-law to ovarian cancer at the young age of 30.