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What to put in your Hospital Bag for a Mastectomy

I have scrawled across the internet , read lots of blogs and watched lots of videos. Most of which were of an American slant. I have come to the conclusion that the American hospital system is very different to our good old NHS. I asked lots of people who have been through this too. I also used information from the booklet entitled "Planned Admissions" which I was given when I went in for my Wide Excision back in March.  Putting all the above to use, here is what I have packed in my hospital bag .

Most British hospitals do not have vast amount of space so you are advised to bring a soft bag not a suitcase. I chose my favourite Cath Kidston X Disney Peter Pan Tote. It's not a big bag either.


  • George Post Surgery PJs (with internal drain management pockets.
  • George Post Surgery Dressing Gown (also with Drain Management)
  • My trusty bedroom boots
  • Fleece Blanket
  • Spare underwear
  • Toiletry bag containing Toothbrush, Toothpaste, Deodorant, Face cream
  • Naty Baby Eco Wipes 
  • Spare change
  • Prescription Pre-Payment Card (just in case)
  • Something Fun - I chose my iPad with tons of episodes of The Big Bang Theory)
  • Airpods
  • Power Bank
  • Phone Charger
  • Jen's Friends Mastectomy Pillows
  • Drain Bags
  • Snack Bars
  • Meds (in original packaging)
  • Blood Testing Kit
  • Sanitary Supplies (if you are due, I've read lots about the operation causing it to come. I'm nowhere near so I didn't bother)
  • My Journal & a Pen

That's it! I'm impressed I was able to get that all in. I intend to wear the clothes I wore in, out when I'm discharged so choose wisely. That's also where my drain bag comes in so they don't dangle. 



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