Lumpectomy: Beam Me Up I want OUTTA here
I was already pretty bruised up from the biopsy, so what's a bit more bruising eh! I don't know how other places prep their patients for a lumpectomy BUT at the Breast Center I was scanned, squished, prodded, numbed, plugged and wired. Nurse said I didn't need to look down, and I was like HELL I'm an artist I HAVE to look. EEEEEEEk!
I had a big old wire sticking out of me tata.
I felt like I should twist my nipple and change the channel or scream "BEAM ME UP, I want outta here". I got outta there, but not to hawaii, nope, went straight into surgery.
If you want to know why the wire, it's a guide wire for the surgeon so can go straight to shitlump and rip that bastard sucker out of there.
I have never really regarded my art as therapy, but more of a daily expression and creative need. HOWEVER, throughout this health crisis art has been very therapeutic.