Previously, on The Breast Cancer Diaries…
On Friday as I posted, I met with the plastic surgeon, and he said I am a good candidate for the flap reconstruction. While that was very exciting, it actually scared me a lot. I am basically saying I am going to have both of my breasts removed. That’s scary enough but then they are going to take skin and fat from my abdomen and build new boobs. When you think about it, it’s pretty darn scary, and that’s where I am. I’m scared.
And Then Today Happened
Today, there was a missed call on my phone and a voice mail from the hospital. I called back, left a message and a little bit later there was a missed call and another voice message from the hospital. I’m not quite sure what was going on, because my phone was with me the whole time and it never rang. I resigned myself to playing phone tag, but miracles do happen, and I managed to get through. They were calling to schedule my mastectomy. Insert a terrified yippee here. Yippee because it means the cancer will go bye-bye, but terrified because….see above. I’m not sure if anybody else is seeing the irony in this, but my surgery has been scheduled for Valentine’s Day. Not quite the Valentine’s gift I was expecting. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad the appointment is scheduled, but Valentine’s Day? Really?
And Along With It…
Comes a plethora of appointments. Appointments that are scheduled in advance. So I have a pre surgery appointment. I have to get a PCR test. I have a post surgery appointment with the surgeon. THEN i have a post surgery appointment with the plastic surgery. That’s a lot of appointments. It’s almost like I have a social life. A social life with medical professionals, but still, it’s sort of like a a social life.