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Compression Vest

On a side note, the nurse warned me that the compression vest I’d have to wear after surgery was, verbatim, “one size fits none”. Fortunate for me, it’s apparently a “one size fits one” - me! It’s a perfect fit and hasn’t caused me any discomfort whatsoever - especially in comparison to the world of binding I’d grown used to over these past couple years.

The pressure is similar … but without any breast tissue underneath being compressed. Which is such, a foreign and exciting relief. I can’t imagine how great it’s going to feel to have this vest removed Wednesday and to let my skin breathe and to actually see and feel my new chest.

For the first time yesterday and especially today I’ve begun to feel tingling and “jolts” under my bandages as my nerve tissues heal and fuse and … joy.

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