I am generally pretty slow at making decisions. I like to take my time pondering, researching, and over-analyzing. Even about some pretty simple things. (Gus often points out when I’m over-thinking things, and he’s usually right.)
And I second-guess myself a lot. I’m that person who takes a ridiculous amount of time looking at a menu, and then when my order arrives, I often wish I had chosen the other dish. Although, now that I think about it, I do that less frequently. The older I get, the more sure I am about what I want. Especially in restaurants.
I also have really good instincts. You would think that should make decision making easier, right? Not always. It’s some sort of curse.
Since being diagnosed with cancer, I’ve been trying to stay more in tune with my instincts. I knew from the start that I would have a lot of decisions to make, and I hoped that my instincts would help me successfully navigate this journey with as little over-analyzing and second-guessing as possible. And I came up with a technique that helps. If I start to feel overwhelmed about any particular decision, I stop thinking about it for a day or so. And usually the next morning, or the morning after that, I wake up and the answer is usually there.
The first decisions I faced after my diagnosis were pretty big ones and were presented to me at my surgical consult with Dr. Fox on April 9. (Have I told you how much I love my surgeon? I think of her as Fantastic Dr. Fox.)
Lumpectomy or mastectomy?
That was an easy one for me. Mastectomy. I’m a worrier, and I wanted to reduce the chance of recurrence as much as possible.
Single or double mastectomy?
Another easy one. Double—for two reasons. First, again, to reduce the chance of recurrence. Second, I want symmetry. I despise wearing bras and don’t usually wear them at home, and I just did not like the idea of how it might feel to be braless with only one breast.
Reconstruction or no reconstruction?
This one was tougher. Before the initial consultation with Dr. Fletcher, my plastic surgeon, I was positive I’d go for reconstruction. It seemed like a no-brainer. But the more I learned about the different types of reconstruction, the more overwhelmed I got. Did you know that the lifespan of saline and silicone implants is only, like, ten to twelve years? Or that in addition to implants, there is the option of autologous reconstruction (tissue transplant)—also called flaps? Whoa.
I ruled out a flap reconstruction right away, simply because I didn’t want to deal with that type of recovery in addition to fighting cancer. I figured that I would have enough on my plate.
It was also tough to see all of the photos of other patients, especially those who had had nipple reconstruction and areola tattoos. Of course, you don’t have to choose either of these options, but looking at the photos was a little overwhelming. The nipple reconstructions were well done, but the tattoos all looked the same—the same shape and color. I decided that if I went that route, I’d find my own tattoo artist for that particular assignment.
And then it hit me. Tattoos. Not just simple areola tattoos, but full-blown warrior/survivor chest art. I mentioned the idea to Dr. Fletcher, and he told me that several of his patients have gotten some pretty amazing tattoos.
Now we were talking.
I went home and did a little research—mostly about post-mastectomy tattoos, with and without reconstruction. I also read quite a bit about what led a lot of women to choose whether or not to go with reconstruction. One of the most helpful resources was a support site for women who had chosen to forgo reconstruction. For the most part, they were all happy with their decisions. Except for one thing. When they wanted to wear t-shirts, they often chose to wear a bra with prosthetics to look and feel more natural, and the biggest complaint was how hot they would get wearing them.
That would be a deal breaker. If there’s one thing I hate, it’s being overheated. I started picturing myself at weekend baseball tournaments in June and July, wearing t-shirts and prosthetics. Nope. I couldn’t do it. No heat-inducing prosthetics for me.
So I was strongly leaning toward reconstruction with implants. By the next day, I was positive about my decision and called to schedule my surgery.
My mastectomy was on Wednesday, April 23. I opted for immediate reconstruction with expanders, which will be gradually filled with saline over time. Sometime in the next few months, I’ll have those replaced with saline implants.
In the next week or so, I’ll post about recovering from surgery, my pathology, meeting with my oncologist, and the even bigger decisions I have ahead of me.
In the meantime, I’ll be reading about decision fatigue.