So I guess I fooled myself into thinking I was ‘cured’ enough not to need the harsh chemicals of chemo. I compared my situation to my mom’s. I tried to make it more minor than the major thing it is. Now I’ve got just days to get it together and come to terms with it. No sense going into it on Tuesday fighting the flight response I have right now.
I saw the plastic surgeon again today. He says everything is healing nicely. He’s anxious to get the expander put in. I’m anxious to get it all done so I can go back to work and back to my normal, uneventful life. He says I can expect the expander to be about 6 weeks of recovery. The expanding part takes about 6 months. I should be able to have some normalcy thru that. Then the expander out, implant in is about 6 weeks too. He says we’re going to become good friends over the next year. I see him again in 3 weeks. The only thing holding all this up is whether or not I’m having radiation. Way things are going I’ll err on the side of caution and go with having it. Now if I only knew for how long….
The light at the end of the tunnel? I’m allowed to get my tattoo. On my left wrist, right where I want it, after this is all over with. That will be my present to myself for being such a good girl through all of this.