So tomorrow I see the surgical nurse-I think that’s who she is.  I remember mom going to one and her telling us all about the surgery and what to expect.  I also get blood work done.  And get the paperwork from my surgeon for the disability coverage.  A busy day.

The nurse, hopefully may be able to answer more questions for me.  More of them seem to crop up as the days go by.  The blood work I’m not looking forward to, not that anyone ever does but I’m terrified of needles.  Thursday I get a cracked tooth fixed-more needles.  Guess I better get used to it.  Maybe I’ll luck out and the chemo will be drugs, not needles.

I’m in a better frame of mind today.  Did I finally come to terms with this breast cancer?  Maybe.  I certainly can’t seem to get rid of it through sheer mind power.   If I go by mom’s example, she recovered pretty quickly but then she didn’t get a whole boob removed.  But I am younger than her and don’t have the heart condition she does.  I’ll be FINE…LOL