When the foobs say 'I do'...

So realistically my wedding and honeymoon info are not going to give mastectomy patients much help, it may indulge the nosey parkers out there, but in terms of breast cancer surgery... not entirely relevant.  

However, I can let you know how my foobs behaved on the day and my experiences with them in a hotter (much hotter) climate.  

The day, well my original dress crisis from my final fitting was relived on the day. The 'gaps' you could see... well I could see, not sure others could, were out on display. The tape that we had organised to stick it down had gone astray, therefore it was action stations for the venue and family to find body tape that would hold my dress to my very bare upper chest. Damn not having breast tissue and fat when you need it!  Thankfully I had 'tit tape' by the dozen, however it only held for about an hour and my hair kept getting stuck to it, ha! In the end I gave up, embrace my new shape and gaps. It is what it is, it wasn't going to ruin my day. Luckily our fab photographer Marcus Charter was in the know and ensured that any gap shadow photographs were avoided. The only snap that was taken by a guest (and actually one of my favourite because of the natural state we are both in post confetti walk) with the 'gap' on show was this one...


Something to be mindful of is that foobs do not hold heat. I had noticed this in the UK, but let's be honest, there isn't much heat to be held. So whilst we were sunning ourselves in 35 degree heat it became very obvious that the foobs.... remained iceeeee cold! It's a very odd experience, it takes you back to the 'foreign object' phase of recovery.   Your body is glowing (polite word for bloody hot and sweaty) and your chest, well, chest freezer is an appropriate comparison. It becomes almost a novelty, lie out in the sun, feel like you're on the surface of the sun... nope, still freezing. Go on a bike ride (yes bike ride!!!) and feel like your whole body might melt in to a big heap... ice! Very odd. 

Moving on to what I can do now, probably more useful to the active type, on the holiday it was obvious at how much strength I had built. Physical and psychological. 6months ago I couldn't get myself changed or open a pot of coffee... 

A few weeks ago, I swam, kayaked, drove a blinking heavy quad bike and felt confident in a bikini. All things that were certainly not achievable half a year ago.  


Progress from a mastectomy is both physical but also psychological. Finding a bikini was tough, because at the time of shopping I was still at the alien blobs on my chest stage. But now, after a few good purchases from ASOS, I felt ok. Maybe it was because I was surrounded by strangers rather than those that would be looking to see changes, but even so, it worried me for a split second, that was all.  

Those of you in early stages of recovery or about to go in for their mastectomy, It's a journey, and like all journeys it has pit stops, quick parts and frustrating traffic jam feeling parts.  

Hope you all had a lovely Easter.  

S x



International Women's Day...

We are women, we have breasts. Yep I said it and threw it out there and guess what sometimes, our boobs go wrong. Tits up tits. 

I write and work on Mastect Expect because I want to make it ok to talk about. It's nothing to be ashamed about or something to whisper about. The more openly people can talk about boobs and what might be different, wrong or a worry, the safer we are making ourselves.  Whether you want to ask how to check yourselves, is this normal, what happens now, what will it look like? All of the questions that go through your head but not necessarily come out your mouth. I want to help women get to a point of saying these out loud. It doesn't mean you are being a wet lettuce about it, it means you're standing up and doing something about it, about your boobs!  

Mastect Expect looks at mastectomy surgery and I have tried to put all the details possible on there. Yes it is only my experience and what I have learnt from others but it's a start to helping someone going on the journey. I have put my experience, thoughts, feelings and also pictures, which working in a secondary school was a bold choice as there is no stopping teenagers running wild on the internet. However, I think it's important for women to get the support they need. 

Having breast cancer surgery is a frightening time for people, but let it be ok to talk about. Whether you have big, little, pert, saggy or even lop sided, breasts, breast cancer and surgery is something that is ok to talk about. Just because your boobs may be working against you or even if you have to get rid of them altogether, you are still a strong female. 

Empower women.

Happy International Women's Day.  


S x 



Wedding Dress Foob Meltdown...

I promised I'd document my mastectomy recovery and how it does and does not interfere with my life. On a day to day basis, 6months down the line, they don't even cross my mind. Sometimes they do in terms of a top that doesn't quite compliment... or on the flip side, a top that certainly does compliment.  

Yesterday however was the most recent (and certainly only one for a while) meltdown. Yesterday was the day my wedding dress arrived in the shop for me to try on. A very exciting experience and the dress is just beautiful. However, there were tears... not overwhelming excitement of getting married tears either! Whereas before trying on the in store dress I was 'clamped' in so all looked fitted and there was no foob indicators in sight, my top half is no longer playing the game. Unfortunately my foobs don't 'fall' in to the material as normal boobs would. They sit there all perky and rigid, which I am sure in 10 years time I will be grateful for. But right now, they are not my friends. Never ever would I have thought that I would miss side boob. That's right, side boob! I need side boob to fill the great big bloody gaps! We tried putting a bit of padding in there to 'lift'... well that just ended up in the giggles as they lifted, but just emphasised the problem. The lift... well hello perky but my goodness, the gaps just grew! That idea was short lived, although humorous. My Mum and sister assured me that to anyone looking, you couldn't tell. But my goodness, I could tell. It stood out like a bloody sore thumb to me. The result- tears! Just the look you want when stood in a beautiful dress and veil- red eyes and nose! I think it was more of a shock as I hadn't even thought that the boobage would be an issue. I was mindful of it when I last tried it on, as I was only just post op. But now, life is normal (relatively) again. I didn't consider it would even be an issue. 

Victoria at the bridal shop is fabulous and she told me all the wonderful things seamstresses can do. Luckily I have an appointment today to have my alterations, so let's hope they can work their magic. As much as I was told that you 'can't tell', to me, I'd spend the whole day readjusting and checking that it wasn't obvious, and let's be honest, I think il have enough going on without worrying about my fooby gapage!   


S x  




Spontaneous Response to Decision...

A question I get asked a lot is 'what did you do and how did you feel when you made the decision to go through with a mastectomy?' I have given many interviews with the sensible responses, which were true .... as or me it was very logical& on the surface this is how I dealt with it.

However, how did I cope? Well I was fine taking about it, researching it, preparing for it but... I did however spontaneously decide to have several inches of my hair cut off very shortly after getting the news!!! Different people do different things in those 'moments'. I think, for me personally and upon reflection, I needed to feel 'in control'. Life was moving very quickly and I needed to do something to show I was the boss- chopping my hair off seemed to be how I 'coped'. It also meant everyone was more focussed on my hair change, that became my talking point. At the time, obviously to me, my mastectomy and spontaneous behaviour were in no way linked. But looking back on it now, there is definitely some correlation there!!! 

Its just something to be wary of, especially if you are strong willed/bloody minded like me!  



So one thing I found since my op is that my immune system seems to be shot to pieces. Now, I am no doctor but I imagine it is a combination of the op, the week back in hospital and all the many many antibiotics I have consumed over the past few months. Which upon reflection, is a lot! So this may be very specific to me, but then again it might be common. 

Even now, it seems if I do a weeks worth of work, ok, so the week before last I perhaps over did it with approx 55-60 hours of work in the week, knocks me for six. My body just shuts up shop and out comes flu like symptoms. Shivers, temperature, all sorts. My body and brain do not seem to be on the same wave length of getting on with life as usual! Everyone else gets a sniffle, BOOM I get flu. It is a tad frustrating. Especially as I am a bit of a nerd, and do love my job, as it's getting to a point I am not winning against my immune system! Taking a day off is something I really hate doing, especially as Iv had a considerable amount of time off this academic year already due to recovery. Other teachers I'm sure can appreciate the overwhelming guilt of missing precious A-Level lessons and feeling of letting them down. Along with other classes and a year group finding their feet. I am determined to push through!! 

Another experience I have had is a skin infection, some form of bacteria that led to my face... yes my face (great) being all red and flakey. Apparently this was a reaction to what my body had been through and all the antibiotics I had had in my system. It was most on my eyelids, which was a real bugger when I received 2 amazing eye shadow palettes for Christmas! They had to be put to one side for a few weeks. A prescribed topical cream did the job, but it was another example of an after effect that wasn't overly pleasant... or expected for that matter. 'Er yes I have a bacterial infection on my eyelids because of my mastectomy'.... well you'd just laugh wouldn't you! How stupid! 

I have realised that this reads as exceptionally moany and pitiful which isn't the intention. Well, I admit I may be using it as a venting platform too. But ultimately, it's just a heads up that a bit of a vitamin C increase and google of immune system boosting things might be a good plan. At the end of the day, what harm can it do? 

I did try 'pinterest' an image or quote about the immune system as an attachment, all I could find were ones about how cuddles can help relieve anxiety and boost the immune system... -I feel like crap, I don't want a bloody cuddle, I want a solution! Completely appreciate that some people may believe in this and it may work for them, however I would be lying if I said it was my kind of thing!! 

In all seriousness, there are so many people in the world that have it so much worse and who I am sure, are so much braver. Men and women out their have illnesses or treatments that do attack their immune system, so it is important to by mindful that having the flu and flakey skin is nothing in comparison. This is what keeps me from moaning to high heaven about it. But I thought it was something to flag up just so all those undergoing a mastectomy or currently recovering, could be aware.  


S x  




A broken leg is obvious, what about a mastectomy?

If someone breaks their leg, it is fairly obvious what they will need help with. You can appreciate what would be difficult in that situation, also they have a big white or even multi-coloured cast on it to remind you. But what about a mastectomy? What will be the struggles and what help would be most beneficial? Loved ones, from friends to family and partners will want to help, but they are unsure on how. I thought I would write a post aimed at them.

Obviously everyone’s personal circumstances will be different in terms of who they have around to support them during recovery, but at least this way, those of you that want to support someone going on this journey have a little guidance. Also the level and intimacy of the support will be down to your relationship.

The obvious one- a lift home! Like any surgery, driving is out the question. Also, get the car door for them (they are heavy, believe me) and also pop the seat belt on for them. Turning round to grab it and then plug it in may be difficult. 

So what about at home…

Getting changed- depending on whether or not reconstruction has taken place and then also what kind of reconstruction- the support needed for changing clothes will vary. However, I struggled with pulling up trousers and then the obvious getting anything over my head. That covers pretty much all outfits! Remember- always put arms in/take arms out first once wearing one button up tops again. Then help with getting it over the head is needed. Always be gentle. 

Helping getting up from chairs- do not yank your loved one out of a chair etc... that will not end well! Avoid placing arms under armpits too, you may end up with a strong kick to the shins as a response. It could be helpful to gently help your loved one shuffle forwards with a little pressure on the back, or holding the side of the arm carefully to offer some support.  

Whilst dressings are still in place showering is a no go. Help someone wash, washing their head too, they will need help doing this for the first few weeks. Getting hands high enough to lather is impossible. Those with hair will also struggle to brush and tie hair up too. Being helpful will develop your hair dressing skills!  

Cooking- chopping, grating, untwisting etc is difficult, plus recovering from a mastectomy is blinking exhausting!! A great help would be preparing some meals. If you are not their to cook, prepare meals that are ready to put in the oven (not heavy) would be useful.... however they may struggle to open the over door- assess this situation first.  

Housework- it will be a while until they can hoover and clean, what a shame. Therefore some spring cleaning, putting a wash on etc I am sure would be appreciated.  

After a a few weeks has passed, recovery is still difficult but independence can start to grow. To help, move cups/dishes out of the top cupboards and put them on the kitchen surface. This way there is no stretching needed. 

Other types of help... 

Phoning, chatting, popping over with cake (cake is always a good plan for me), bring a good DVD collection, arrange taking them out for a coffee or cinema trip. Bringing merriness (is that a word?) and a distraction is great. With being limited in movement and independence can be a real drain, dwelling doesn't make it any better so keeping your loved one occupied is good. At the same time, let them sleep!! It's exhausting, seems odd as    they are limited with what they can do etc, but their body has been through a marathon, it needs a lot of down time. 

Just a few ideas on how you could help. I have had a few partners email me about what they can do or what they should expect. If you are in that position or know someone who is, I am happy to help over email etc with any questions. 

5 months down the line... I am still claiming the need for cake and slack with house work... ;)  


S x  




From 2016 to 2017...


It is that time of year when people look back at their year, review what has been and then look forward to making the next year better. There are many ways you can look at your year, you could focus on all the great things, or focus on the negatives. I suppose it depends on your outlook on life. Some people have highlighted that I perhaps cannot wait for 2016 to be over with. My first response, was ‘God, yeah’, but the more I have thought about it, the more this exaggerated response has disappeared.


2016 has been filled with it challenges, however, that is life.  Life is a bumpy road. I have learnt a huge amount from the different obstacles I have faced this year, and there have been situations where I have gained wealth of knowledge, experience and understanding.


Looking back, and just focusing on one of the obstacles, I have come to feel grateful. Some may think this is an odd thing to say having had major surgery only a matter of months ago, that has come with all its ups, downs, pains and complications. However, I am grateful that I had this choice. No, it was not a walk in the park and I was not jumping for joy about the whole experience but I was fortunate enough to gain the knowledge of my risk and do something about it. I had the opportunity to stand up to cancer before it hit. This is not an opportunity many people have and something that I think about regularly. It is for this reason that I feel grateful.


This gratitude is also extended to the response and support I have had. A rocky road was so much easier to go down with the support from friends and family. It is not the material aspect of it, however the endless supply of chocolates and treats were a plus point! It was the messages, the phone calls and the care that people showed. They asked questions, they did not make me feel pathetic or vulnerable. I am grateful for the laughter that was shared and the evenings of DVD marathons because leaving the house was not on the cards that day. The extra mile people would go to; it has made me feel lucky to have such people in my life.


Another positive is how my mastectomy has uncovered Mastect Expect and my strong desire to help others in relation to the mastectomy journey. Being a teacher, I do have an innate drive to educate and help others (along with being bossy and slightly controlling). This experience has helped me channel this drive in to raising awareness about mastectomies and helping others in similar situations; joining the fight against breast cancer. I am touched at how much interest Mastect Expect has had and the support that I have had from people around the world and it has truly inspired me to explore how I can take Mastect Expect further. It has been an honour to have started working with others that do such fantastic work to help those who have breast cancer in their lives. This has ranged from the women themselves and loved ones. In addition, the response from many of my ex-students regarding the information it has given them about their parent’s experience has been overwhelming. I am so pleased that I have been able to help educate and raise awareness about mastectomies to such a wide audience.


So, am I pleased to see the back of 2016?


I will wave it goodbye whilst remaining positive and grateful for all it has taught me. It has been a year of change. Ok, so my bra size and nippleless firm oranges are the obvious changes, but the others are the lessons learnt and new doors opened. Obviously, I probably shouldn’t have a whole blog post about evets of 2016 and not mention my engagement- clearly that made 2016 a very good year indeed! Wouldn’t want to think that I had forgotten that- impossible to forget with the home office filled top to toe in centre pieces!


2017, bring it on. For all of you who have had challenges this year, or face challenges next year… life is a bumpy road but it is how you choose to tackle these bumps that matters or can make the difference (there is a terrible joke there somewhere about choosing to chop my bumps off, but that would be terribly distasteful!! I can already sense my Mum reading this and raising her eyebrow and exclaiming ‘Oh Sarah’)


S x 




Playing scar 'peek-a-boo'

This week has led me to discover a post op wardrobe challenge. Now, it's not seasonal at all, but I do have two good reasons to be trying on my bikini collection!

1. When we are not quad biking and pretending to be adventure seekers on our honeymoon in April, I do intend on spending a large amount of time on the beach with cocktails- therefore bikini is a must.  

2. More seasonal... if we wrap tinsel around it... hot tub! Over the Christmas period a dip or two in the hot tub at Mums will be high on the agenda. 

So, with these upcoming events, I thought I would try on my bikinis and double check that they still look/fit ok. Well, it's a good job I did. The two issues I stumbled across was padding... which used to be a friend of mine, and scar coverage. 

As many women would agree, a little bit of padding in a bikini top is warmly welcomed. The extra padding helps you have a shape, a little lift and compliments your natural jubblies... or deceives on what God gave you! Well, padded bikini tops have a predetermined rounded shape, which is great when you want to squish and lift your boob in to a cup. Ladies, we've all done the obiligatory 'lift the boob' so it sits a bit higher in your bikini top. However now, the shape of my bikini cup is different to the shape of my foob. Where a natural boob would 'fall'  in to the bikini cup and you could tighten the top and back string to make it fit... there's no doing that now! Where my new 'firm oranges' have a lovely rounded shape, there is a gap between them and my bikini. If I tighten the top strings around my neck, all it does it lift the 'oranges' north... if I was going for a Katie Price look, then I'd be loving life, however it's not quite what I am after!   

Next attempt, the halter with no padding. Should be quids in here. So the lack of padding works well, no gaps at the top, winner. But, the triangle shapes of either side are not being understanding of the fact my foobs now have a longer diameter. The diameter of each foob is much 'perkier' and longer. Also, just to highlight the diameter even more each has a lovely scar straight across the middle that looks like each foob has an equator line. So, what I found was that the triangle of the bikini top did not cover the scar completely on both foobs. I could shimmy one side to have a good coverage but then I'd look to the other foob and then BOOM the other scar would be peeking out slightly. So what it amounted to was a game of peek-a-boo with my scars trying to stretch the triangle material over each foob. I managed to position both so there was full coverage, which will probably work for the Christmas hot tub as the only action I intend on doing is lifting a prosecco glass. The honeymoon however, I feel I may be giving other swimmers an extra show whilst dolphin swimming! I think this can be resolved in just buying a bigger size of this style. Not the end of the world. But it does mean that my obsessive 'must have a new bikini every holiday' collection has lost its worth! 

On the upside, its sale season. A bit of online sale shopping should sort the issue out. Being a firm fan of shopping, this is not a hardship at all. It's more of a case of a sarcastic 'oh dear, I will need to buy some new bikinis, how annoying'. But for some people I appreciate this may be another frustration. 

I hope you all have a very merry Christmas and wish you a happy new year.  

S x 

ps. ASOS currently have a great bikini sale! 

The bikini pile on the festive duvet - slightly contradictory 🎄🕶

The bikini pile on the festive duvet - slightly contradictory 🎄🕶

Stop Sign

A few days ago it was exactly 3 months ago I had my surgery. I cannot believe how quickly time has passed, especially as during the initial stages of recovery it felt like the experience was going to last forever. When I look back at all the things I could not do after the operation, and how much I can do now, it does make you think about how far you have come. I have written before about how small everyday tasks become moments of achievements. Like grating cheese… that was last week’s star moment. The flip side of it is that you feel like you are back to yourself and therefore get on with life as you did before. Well, that is my experience/how I have been going about things. I have always been a huge advocate of getting on with things, no fuss and no wallowing. However, I have faced a stop sign this week that has reminded me that even 3 months down the line I am still recovering. Some how or other I have hurt myself down my right side. Not directly on foob… because they don’t feel at all! But round the side of my implant then the area directly adjacent round to near my back. When I move my arm is really hurts, almost a similar scale pain to a few weeks post op. It started as a dull ache on Thursday evening and has gradually got worse. My gut feeling is iv perhaps torn or pulled the muscle. Obviously I am not a doctor, but it seems a logical explanation. I think I may have done this whilst going about my normal day at work, possibly lifting my photocopying- serves me right for being a bit keen with having the January A-Level mock papers copied. Pain is pain, and something that I am sure can be easily dealt with. After everything, a bit of pain is not something that is going to make me crumble and cry. However, what I have found harder (don’t get me wrong, it bloody hurts) is the fact that I haven’t actually done anything to warrant an injury. Whether I am in denial or desperately trying to move on, I just want to be back to my normal self. Things like this stop me or should I say remind me, that I am perhaps not quite back to myself or a full bill of health. I just want to be me. I want to be able to get on with work, career around the corridors and do whatever challenge faces me that day. On the more humorous, but still very important note, I want to be able to go Christmas shopping and buy all the naff stocking fillers and presents. I love a good internet shopping session, but you just don’t quite find the same little gems as you would in the shops. Unless people want feathers and anything else that is light to carry… the little gems might need to go amiss this year.


I think the crux of this blog is that I am so much better and trying hard to get on with life. But I think I need to appreciate that these things take time and I can’t just bounce back immediately. The more I try and do this, or the more I try and pretend nothing ever happened, the more accidents will probably happen. So perhaps my biggest challenge or one of them at the moment, is to learn to take it easy… or at least easier. I am very much an on the go person. I love a bit of multi-tasking, learning, rushing around and having a jobs list. But perhaps right now, that’s not the best thing for me. It is almost Christmas after all, the season to be jolly. I am sure there is a jolly and jubblies joke there somewhere…


S x 

The Doors of Doom

Returning to work you have the general anxieties of what will people say, will they know, will I be tired, will I hurt myself... the norm. What I didn't think about was 'will I be able to get through all the doors?'. Obviously this is highly dependent on where you work and what you do. I spend a good proportion of my day waking/striding with purpose around a school. However, what I did not even stop to consider was how heavy school doors are! Majority are fire doors... which in a fire would do a bloody good job of staying shut and secure... I would be safe...as long as I am on the right side of it. Classroom doors have handles, of which some do not open with ease and then you have the doors with codes!! So, you have one hand typing the code in whilst the other attempts to yank it open at the same time it releases. Well, it's got to a point where I stratigaically hover until a teacher or worse, a student opens the door and I glide on through like there's nothing odd at all. I don't feel that this is a sustainable method of moving around the site!! Those who have not had surgery will easily say 'just ask for help', well yes that is the sensible option but actually, how ridiculous and embarrassing is it that I cannot open doors? 

Onwards and upwards, I see it as a work out and a way of stretching and building my chest muscle back up. However, there are a few doors and one especially that I actively avoid. I can't reverse and shimmy through these ones, so I do a token pull with both hands and then wedge open with my foot, then slide on through the smallest gap possible at the quickest speed- if anyone sees me I do look like I'm doing some sort of dance or strange ritual. Not the most professional sight! 

On the upside I haven't been run in to by any enthusiatic children running around the blind corner on to my corridor! Silver lining!! 


S x  




'I feel a bit like a child who has a star chart each time I achieve a simple task..'

8weeks post op and recovery is going well. Ignoring the blip a few weeks post where I took a trip back to hospital for 5 days, everything else is going well. 

Those that follow Mastect Expect on social media will know that on a daily basis I come across things I can now do, but also other things I still cannot do. In the grand scheme of things and to your average Joe, these things are trivial. Such as scooping ice cream, is it the end of the world I can't do it? Not really. Did it annoy me, well yes, I wanted ice cream! Successes are great though, I feel a bit like a child who has a star chart and each time I do something I couldn't do previously, it's a real proud moment of getting 'that star'. Like putting my coat on, I will admit I will miss being treated like a true lady who has someone put their coat on for them, however it is a genuine feeling of achievement. Unfortunatley, I can now tug just about hard enough to open the dish washer, so I suppose not all successes are to be celebrated. 

In terms of how I feel, I am certainly starting to feeling more myself. My energy levels are on the up (I won't be running a marathon anytime soon mind you) and my general cheeriness is much better. I have however caught a horrible cold, it may just be a nasty one, or it's hit me particularly hard because I'm not quite 100% yet. It does feel like Iv got man flu, I won't lie, Iv whinged like it's man flu, and having only just had a mastectomy you'd have thought I'd have other things to whine about!! 

How things look... 

Not bad at all, the scars don't particularly bother me too much anymore, I'm conscious of them, but they don't stimulate overwhelming emotion. All I seem to think about now is how they managed to get each 'boob' out that size scar?! It's not tiny, but it's not humongous either... not going to dwell on the logistics of that one though- gross. 

I no longer have bumps or bruises, I do have however, pesky stitches still that are sticking out my skin. Some have gone down slightly, some are more committed to making me look like a Halloween costume. They just look like under the skin spots, one is quite sharp and the hypochondriac in me is waiting for it to burst through the skin like some horror movie- pretty sure it won't, hopefully!  

I am still getting used to how they feel and where they are. I know that sounds silly, I know where my chest is, but I have found when attempting to hug, I over shoot and squish them unexpectedly. I had read but only just felt it for myself about my 'foobs' as some call them, do not go with your body temperature. They are always cold. In a hot bath, cold brick boobs, jumper layers... cold chest, it's just very strange!! 

For those in early recovery or soon to be having a mastectomy, an update on the timetable of can and cannots....  

CAN- dress myself no problem, drive, be vaguely helpful in the kitchen, lift milk, sleep on my side (ish-not quite snug)

CANNOT- open jars or anything that require lifting, be fully active without needing a rest, lift the laundry basket or open the tumble dryer (what a bummer) and pull heavy doors open  

Getting there!  


S x  

The dress…

I braved the bridal shop yesterday, with the anxiety of whether the dress I had originally liked, would still be ‘the dress’. I was also exceptionally nervous about whether I would be able to try the dress/dresses. Although holding my hands above my head is now something I have mastered, wriggling on poofy, tight, jewelled, laced, tulle, fitted dresses (putting all the different kinds on here in case my fiancé reads it and attempts a guess at what it may look like) is not something I can say I have tried at home! The Bridal House in Aston Clinton have been amazing, and Victoria, the lady who has helped me with my dress fitting has been nothing but supportive, understanding and accommodating. It is not every day they get brides in to try on dresses with sore boobs!

I tried on lots of different options of dresses, just to ensure that when I tried to final one on (‘the dress’) I still felt it was the perfect one. The dresses were all beautiful and actually there was a close contender to the original I had picked, until I tried on the last… and it is still, ‘the dress’. In terms of the practical aspects of trying the dresses on, most were ok and some needed a jolly along to get down over my boobs. The brick boobs, I keep forgetting, do not squish like the old, so whereas before the dresses slid on over my chest and with a small wiggle or pull it would gracefully fall… this time, some dresses just gathered above my chest! That is a lot of dress to have gather in your face!

I was measured for my dress, and I am excited that it has now been ordered. All very real! It will be ready for any minor alterations mid March.

The only aspect I struggled with yesterday was my energy levels. Being at the shop for almost 2 hours wiped me out. I got home, had lunch and then slept for just over 2 hours! I am not sure if that really classes as a nap or an actual sleep. I am still working on building up my energy levels so I can generally survive doing everyday tasks without then morphing in to a zombie. 

Has my mastectomy affected my wedding dress shopping? Not at all, if anything it made me appreciate the beauty of my dress even more. My new chest does not define who I am, I still look like me, I am starting to feel more like myself again… will I feel like an actual bride, I don’t think that will hit until the actual day! 


Keeping Occupied, Projects and the Dangers of Boredom!

Everyone’s recovery rate is different, it is also dependent on the type of mastectomy you have had and if you are having further treatment/surgeries. Therefore, I cannot advise an exact time frame, this is something you can determine when you are feeling more yourself.


Sitting on the sofa or lying in bed watching tv shows is heaven for some people. This is not me. I have succumbed to accepting that rest is important and have watched almost all 6 seasons of Gossip Girl since my op, however during these times and in between, I have found myself other things to do that are not too strenuous. I found finding myself some projects or mental stimulation of some kind most helpful. Admittedly, some have been more successful than others. But you can’t knock me for trying.


Things that I have tried to keep me occupied…

Knitting… well if you look at the example piece and what I produced, I think we can conclude that this was not a skill of mine!

Sewing was more of a success. I borrowed my Mum’s machine and was able to rustle up some aprons and bunting. I started this before my op to see if I could actually get to grips with working the machine. Completely appreciate that this may not be for everyone!

Setting up Mastect Expect was obviously a big part. I typed up my experiences as or just after they happened on a word document. Then when well enough, I sat in bed and learnt how to build a website and got started. If you feel documenting your recovery or experience would help, help Mastect Expect. I would love to create a page for the site in the future with case studies and snippets of other people’s experiences. This can be any form of mastectomy, with or without reconstruction and for different reasons. It would be great to have a few paragraphs of practical advice for others to read and learn about. Obviously this is personal and many women have said that it has been too much of a painful experience to document, which I completely understand. However, if this could work for you, or you would like to give it a try, please do. Feel free to email me at sarah@mastectexpect.com

Art therapy is something that has become popular recently. Who said colouring in was just for kids?! My good friend bought me a book when I was in hospital the second time and it certainly kept me occupied. Treat yourself to some nice felt tips/fine liners too. It is something easy to do that keeps you focussed.

A new book to read is also a good idea. I would probably pick something light hearted, funny… just nothing deeply emotional. I don’t think we need to poke the fire with that one! I am currently (almost at the end) of the new Harry Potter. I am not a hardcore HP fan, but I found the new book enjoyable and it has kept me occupied. Also, a useful resource to have when you reach those points in the night where you give up attempting to sleep!

Planning my wedding- clearly this is something you can only really do if you’re in the position… I got as far as making a list and googling a few options. Bride gene is still lacking! But I am getting there… ish.


Everyone will be different in what will work best for them. Why not try something new, so knitting was new and didn’t work out for me. But it was something that kept me occupied whilst I tried. I was threatening people with beautiful knitted scarves for Christmas, I will probably re think this!!


The potential dangers of the boredom…

  • Internet shopping. For someone who hasn’t really been out the house much in the past month or so, I certainly did not need 3 new pairs of boots
  • Becoming a social media robot. I have managed to avoid this, but I know some people can be sucked in
  • Googling every twinge you feel- probably not advisable. If you think there is something wrong, contact your breast care team
  • Jelly head from watching too much day time TV. Or a more genuine issue- headaches from watching too much television
  • Becoming a moody mare. You have full right to be moody, you’re having a rubbish time. Your boobs/lack of/new boobs/arms/armpits and brain hurt. Stroppiness is allowed. However, after a few weeks I have found long periods of time being bored or on my own, I can become a bit snappy. Just something to watch out for

S x


I Picked My Wedding Dress Pre-Op… Will it Still be the Right Dress for Me Post Op?


I am not a big dreamer of a fairy tale wedding, never have been. For no particular reason, it just not very me. However, a few weeks before my op and a few weeks of being engaged, I went, under the duress of my Mum, to try on wedding dresses.


This was my one opportunity to see what I would look like with my natural figure in a wedding dress. I think my Mum’s smile out shone the entire bridal shop every time I stepped out in a new dress, it was a surreal experience. But a good one. The final dress, was when my smile out shone my Mum’s. It is beautiful, it is different and well, it is my wedding dress. I think was the first step to feeling like a bride.


At the moment, and for a few months to come I will be unable to go back to try it on, order and send off measurements. The weight and clamping of the dress would be too much at present on my new body. Also, I need to wait 6 months until my new breasts have settled. An ill-fitting dress on the day would not be ideal! The question is, will it still be ‘the’ dress? Or, ‘my dress’? Will it look the same or feel the same?

I hope I look the same and get that rush again. I wouldn't admit it out loud, but I liked feeling like a bride for that moment in time. I suppose we will not know until the day comes where I brave the bridal shop once more. An exciting but anxious time.


It would be a productive use of my current time at home resting to plan the wedding. Clearly I do not have the fairy tale wedding gene, bloody genes, they have not done me too well as of yet!

Careful cropping to not give anything away!  

Careful cropping to not give anything away!  

Getting Stuck… in Your Bra

Ever tried on a top or dress in the changing rooms and got stuck? You wriggle, you worm, you stretch, you breath in, you try and contort your body in all sorts of strange ways to get yourself out… eventually, somehow, you are free! Sigh of relief, you check for escaping stray make up (on the item and your face), sort your hair to look less ‘dragged through a bush’ style and carry on with your day.

Well, tell you what is super difficult, is if your boobs don’t squish out the way anymore. Especially if the worming and wriggling doesn’t quite work due to restricted movements. All in all, ‘don’t be so stupid to put something on that will be difficult to get out of’. I think that would be the advice or knowledge gained.

6 weeks post op, slightly over excited about the prospect of saying ‘adios’ to my surgical bra at night and post surgical day bras, I tried on (at home, thank goodness) my beautiful lace bralet. Great idea. It has no padding… because why do I need that now? Its lacy, it’s comfortable and well, it’s pretty! Well, it is an over the head, racer back bralet. So no fastening on the front or back. Ultimate error and display of over excitement dominating sensible brain cells. Don’t get me wrong, looked great on. Could I get it off, could I heck! I think I did laps of my bedroom doing front bending wiggles, because I cannot lean back or sideways as it hurts. What a bloody ridiculous thing to do in the first place.

Scissors were the only way…

Mark your 6-week milestone (if you have been confined to a surgical bra) in a more thought out way. Go bra-less! 

Anastacia Tears Mastectomy Scar Tissue 3 Yrs Post Op


In 2013 Anastasia under went her mastectomy to fight against breast cancer. Even now, 3 years later it goes to show that you will have times where you are taken back and reminded about the pain, recovery and process. Last night on ‘Strictly Come Dancing’ Anastasia was unable to dance due to tearing her mastectomy scar tissue. Brave Anastasia danced on Saturday night but made the brave but sensible decision to not go ahead on Sunday’s. The BBC news summarises what took place.


‘Anastacia's injury - a tear to a scar from a double mastectomy - had forced the singer to perform a modified routine during her initial dance. The performance aggravated her injury.

After hearing she was in the dance-off, she initially said she would dance although she was "scared" of hurting herself. She later changed her mind and pulled out.

Odoom said after the show: "I love Anastacia, I think she's a great woman, she's a great role model and her health comes first before everything else’.


This leads on from my blog yesterday regarding self-confidence and independence. Having a mastectomy alters your life, and although it is a positive action to stand up to cancer, it brings its sacrifices too. I really do feel for Anastasia as 3 years down the line she is enjoying her life, working hard on strictly and nailing those dance moves. I hope her recent injury due to her mastectomy does not knock her confidence. However, putting her health first was the most important thing to do.


S x 

How Do I Feel? The Psychological Aspect to Recovering From A Mastectomy. PART 1

Confidence and Who You Are


I am not one to air my laundry or feelings online. I am in fact one of those people who roll their eyes when they read a facebook update about something personal, or about an argument or someone feeling blue. Why put it online? Talk to your friends and family about it, it is surely more beneficial. I wouldn’t want people I have met a few times to know my deepest thoughts and feelings. Having said that, here I am… writing a blog post about how I feel. Contradictory to my introduction!


The reason for this post is not to do the whole ‘oh look at me, I feel so blue’ but to reassure people who have had their mastectomy that down days, or moments are in fact the norm.


At this present moment, just over 5 weeks post op, I don’t feel comfortable or confident with myself. What a silly thing to say, I know. Also, unless you go through something like a mastectomy, surgery or illness that can impact your life, I think it may be difficult to understand. Hopefully this will help those supporting someone, have an idea of how they may feel. Likewise, those recovering or waiting for their operation, hopefully it will offer some reassurance about how you may fee. Obviously everyone is different, and therefore you may not feel like this at all. You may feel the opposite or you may feel worse. But I wanted to ensure that if you do have a moment or two like this, you know it isn't uncommon.                                                                                

I have split how I feel in to two parts, self-confidence and body confidence.




Before my op, I was very independent. I liked doing things, being at work, being mentally stimulated and generally liking that I had the ability to do things for myself. During recovery, I have had to go against my inner independence and people have had to do things for me. I have not been able to open things, lift items, move a chair or really simple day to day tasks. Several weeks after my mastectomy and I am gradually starting to do things again, but there is this overarching worry of ‘what if it hurts?’, ‘can I do this?’. Then other times, you forget that you are limited. For example, the post man delivered a parcel last week, I opened the door, as you would to take the delivery but dropped it the moment he put it in my hands, as it was ridiculously heavy for me. The reality is, it was not very heavy at all, but having my chest muscle cut open has (obviously) impacted my upper body strength. I find these moments highly frustrating-how hard is it to hold a parcel? Open a cupboard door that is slightly stiff? This, I have found then reminds you of what you have been through, why you cannot do things…. Frustration then turning to sadness at not being able to be myself.


I always knew recovery would be tough, and would take time. But I was hoping that my inner strength would just push on through, dominate and I would be able to carry on as normal. Clearly, this is not the case. If you find yourself at this stage, I think it is important to know that you are not the only one to have felt this way. You are not the first, nor the last! I would say remind yourself that this is just temporary and if you are like me, and quite bloody minded, you need to instruct yourself that this is how it is, and you’ve got to accept it for a while. My Macmillan psychologist did warn me that this may be my reaction and advised directing my leadership in to delegation. So, still feeling in control, but not necessarily doing everything myself. Again, another reason why taking up support from such services offered can be really beneficial. Another example of where things take time, so patience (which I am USELESS at) is important. 

Current or past psychology students of mine as I know some of you follow this site... (always teaching)  could I apply/implement Skinner's there of reinforcement to help? Think small tasks. Would a cognitive psychologist suggest I have faulty thinking? CHALLENGE: What would a humanistic psychologist make of it?  

The Secret to Sleeping on Your Side!

After three weeks of having restless nights of staring at my bedroom walls, all I wanted to do was lie on my side, curl up and get comfy. Any ones knows that after surgery there is no chance of this happening. The combination of the pain, the pesky drains, brick boobs (if you have had reconstruction) and just general lack of ability to move stops comfort even being an issue. 

Three weeks on, I was determined to find a way of sleeping. Everyone's experience will be different, as will the advice you are given. If you have been told to lie in a certain way, do it. I am no doctor, just writing about my experience. I asked one of my consultants when I could lie on my side and he said whenever I felt could. To me, that was a green light. Therefore, having rearranged all pillows, 100s of times in the middle of the night and making enough noise to wake the whole street, I have found a way to sleep on my side, without the searing pain! Those who have not undergone a mastectomy will not appreciate the frustration of not being able to move to sleep, and this might seem a bit trivial to you. Those of you that have been down this path... you will know exactly where I am coming from! 

I have put together a step by step guide to see if it can help you... 

1. Pillow arrangment. 

2. Place the arm of the side you are going to sleep on, directly down your side. This needs to be behind your reconstruction if you've had it. Excuse the sight, I unbuttoned my top so it was easier to see what I meant. Otherwise it just looked like pinks flowers everywhere. 

3. Carefully lie on your V pillow, I found being at a slight angle helped. Once down, double check that you are not squishing your reconstruction. Due to losing sensation I couldn't tell, unless i did it too much and it really hurt. So, slide your hand underneath your bottom breast and check there is space. If there isn't, try moving up the pillow some more, or adding another pillow to give you more height.

4. What to do with your top arm? Find where suits you. I had it down the top of my body, but behind my reconstruction, then tucked in my legs. You will find a way that makes you comfortable. 

Voila! I hope this has helped at least one person having those sleepless nights.

Stick with it, you will find a way that works for you.


S x 

Nipple Shopping!

Nipples- not something people tend to talk about publicly or privately for that matter! However, over the past few months I have had to discuss nipple surgery, nipple sensation, nipple size... everything nipple related. The inner child in my still giggles when the word is used though. 

You may choose to have your nipples removed during your mastectomy. You will have a few options open to you when you have started to recover. Just over 4 weeks post op I have one less scary looking scar so decided to ring the Macmillan team at the breast unit to book a 'nipple appointment'. Some people may wait longer to do this, some might not be fussed by it at all. I decided to do this now as I am struggling somewhat with the sight of my scars now they are sitting there loud and proud. Having some form of natural shape over them, and just generally something to hide them a bit more will hopefully help that side of things. 

Nipple Box 1

Nipple Box 1

Not having been nipple shopping before, I didn't know what to expect. I met Christina who is part of the breast care team who was very friendly and made me feel much more at ease with discussing something so personal. We went in to a fitting room to discuss... the nips! There were a few flat boxes with different stick on nipples in. The range of size, shape and colour was impressive. Christina explained that these apply easily to the skin as they have a layer of adhesive on the back. This was much to the disappointment of my fiancé who had visions of me having to lick the back of the stick on nipples each morning in order to get them on... like you would when sticking down an envelope or sticking something to a window! Nope, they pop on really easily to the skin and if you want, you can use eyelash glue to give them a bit of extra stick. To wash them, you just run them under some water and soap, as you would with your hands and pat dry. 'Running nipples under the sink' can be added to the weekend chore list! Pat dry (no rubbing) to ensure that the adhesive film stays in tact for as long as possible. A set of these stick on nipples should last around a year. When it's time for more, just ring your breast care nurse or Macmillan team back up. They do this everyday, so although this is a whole new world to you, it isn't for them. So no need to feel embarrassed or shy about ringing to ask someone about new nipples.


Another nipple box!  

Another nipple box!  

So, what do they look like and feel like? Excuse the poor choice of reference but... have you ever eaten the top and the bottom of a Jaffa cake to leave the orange middle? Right, the orange bit is similar to the texture of the nipple. It isn't slimey or gooey, it's very sturdy but with a more soft and natural feel. It's the only day to day thing I can think to compare it to! In terms of feel, I didn't know it was on, however as discussed in my main pages, I have no senesation across the main surface of my breasts. This may or may not improve with time. 

How do they look- well they are not your own nipples but they don't look like something you've picked up from a novelty store either. The range of colours will help find what shade is best for you. Also you can decide what size you would like them. When the nipples are on and you are wearing a lacey bra, no one would ever know they are not you own. Also, if you are wearing a thin bra or no bra, it does give you the natural shape of nipples through your top. The size you go for will determine how 'cold' you look through your tops. For once, you can be in control of this look!  

Having chosen mine they have been ordered and if in stock, should arrive in approx 10 days. If not, it may take a bit longer. This wait doesn't phase me at present as I still need to wait for my scary looking scar to calm down. The nipples will either be sent to the breast unit for collection or directly to me at home. The prospect of nipples through the post I think is great. Will probably be conscious of opening future post in front of guests, just in case.  

Stick ons forever? You have the option of having your nipples remade in a second surgery approx a year on from your mastectomy. This is something that can be decided later on. At present, for me, the thought of a second surgery is not appealing. But after time has passed I'm sure this won't be the case.  

Other options- tattoos. Some people decide to get nipples tatttooed on. Or, have mastectomy tattoos. I follow a variety of mastectomy tattoo companies and advocates on instagram if you want to see what these look like.  

There are many choices out there for you. If you have any questions related to this post and would like to hide behind the safety of an email, please feel free to drop me a message at sarah@mastectexpect.com 

Floor 2 for 2 Nipples Please!  

Floor 2 for 2 Nipples Please!  

4 Weeks On...


This time four weeks ago I was lying in Wycombe hospital having made the scariest decision of my life. But I was awake, I was ok and I had started the next step of my journey.

The weeks have gone past quite quickly, but at the same time, one or two of the weeks, have felt like the longest weeks of my life. My progress so far will be slightly different to others due to my extra admittance to hospital for the week. This episode has set me back a bit. I am still exceptionally tired and can only do a few things at a time. A mid afternoon nap (or two) has proved most beneficial!

Physically, I can move around much easier and I am using my arms much more. I can get in to kitchen cupboards, pour myself cereal and get myself dressed. Lifting heavier items such as a kettle or pulling open things, like the dishwasher is a no. Not being able to do the housework is such a shame… J I am ok to potter around the house by myself for a few hours, however I cannot be on my own for any longer than this. There are several reasons. Physically there are still things that I cannot do, open heavier doors, unscrew lids, get anywhere with any great haste but also frustrating things like taking a jumper off if I get too hot. Also, being on my own I would do more and risk either over doing it, or hurting myself. There is also the anxiety of ‘what if something happens’. I think this is amplified in my mind because of how quickly and seriously I got ill the other week. I am naturally quite frightened of it happening again. However, positive spin… to ensure I am not on my own I have been shipped off to my grandparents for a few days. Any grandchild will know, being around your grandparents when you are not feeling tip top is lovely, because naturally they spoil you and make you feel extra special. A change of scenery is also nice, I have been stuck at home or staring at hospital walls for the past month, somewhere new is refreshing.

Can and Cannot Do Timeline- Update at 4 Weeks

Cannot quite wash my hair properly yet, but I give it a jolly good go. I can’t quite get my hands above my head to do the scrubbing/lathering/soaping action. So, I tilt my head and use one hand to attempt this. I am getting better each time, so I do not think it will be long (perhaps a week) until I can do this normally again.

As stated above, I can do much more, but it does trick you in to that false sense of security. I stretched for a drink of water in the middle of the night, not thinking at all and boy am I suffering for it today. It is a bit like pulling a muscle… but in your boob! Logical explanation is that it is in fact my chest muscle that I have hurt as mine was sliced and diced during the op… but it feels like it is in my reconstructed boob! So be careful, and try not to forget that you are still recovering when you get to this stage.

Twisting bottle tops or pushing down to close shampoo lids for example is still a real struggle. It sounds insignificant, but it’s the fact that it is such an insignificant action that frustrates me so much. How bloody hard is it to twist open a water bottle?!

In a nutshell at 4 weeks…

  • You are still recovering but you can be more independent
  • DO NOT DO TOO MUCH. Do not risk overdoing it and delaying your recovery
  • See if you can stay with family or friends for a night or two. Change of scenery is refreshing
  • A 15-minute task will still feel like you’ve been at work for 12 hours therefore, NAPS are essential
  • Pain- I now take pain relief as and when, rather than every 4 hours without fail
  • Psychologically it is going to be a long journey with ups and downs. Seeing my scars is still very fresh, but the progress is I do not cry each time I see them. It is a small step, but it still counts
  • Stay positive and find something to keep you occupied. My next post will be about the different things I have done to keep myself from dwelling
the sense of achievement of being able to put my arms above my head!!

the sense of achievement of being able to put my arms above my head!!