Throughout the whole thing there were two real traumas.
The first was the letter from the breast foundation saying I needed follow up.
The second was when I was unwrapped and I saw the tube attached to the plastic flask that was draining whatever it was they wanted drained. I had worn it for 48 hours at that point.
The tube was inserted through my nipple.
It didn’t hurt.
It just felt gross.
I wanted to rip it out.
Now when I didn’t know where it was, it hadn’t bothered me. Still, when the nurse took it out Monday just before I came home, I was relieved. I was equally surprised to see the tube had been about four inches long.