Tomorrow is the day. Hopefully the last of the surgeries. So what have I been doing this weekend? What else…cleaning, preparing and making sure everything is taken care of for the next few days without much assistance from me. I have washed, folded and put away 4-5 loads of laundry, changed sheets, cleaned bathrooms and the kitchen and vacuumed every carpet.
The first surgery, the bilateral prophylactic mastectomy was July 2. I did it then because the girls were out of school. I never expected to be preparing to go once again under a knife right before Thanksgiving. I have to be at the hospital tomorrow by 5:30 am. Thankfully we have a wonderful neighbor who will come to my house at 5am so the girls do not have to wake up so early. They will be able to get up at normal time, get dressed and will then head over to the neighbor’s house.
Madison will miss school tomorrow for a few reasons. First our district only has half day Kindergarten. She basically is only there for 3 hours. My neighbors are being nice enough I do not feel right asking them to spend their entire day at bus stops with my kids. Probably more important is my babies fragile state of mind. I put her to bed in tears. She has been through so much with me since such and early age that she worries about me. One of the women she will be spending the day with tomorrow is like and adoptive grandmother to her. I think she will be much calmer even feel safer staying home with her.
Megan on the other hand does not seem worried at all which is good. She goes to school with my neighbor’s little boy so they will go to the bus stop together and she will go about a normal day and if all goes well we will be home before she is from school. If not she will head back to his house until we arrive.
I am not sure what to expect tomorrow. Having already been through the nipple reconstruction and breast revision, this is a revision to that revision. The newpples did not heal the same. From the beginning the surgeon said they had to be large to start with in order to shrink down to size. They did not shrink the same, not even close. So that needs to be addressed. Another issue is the “pitch” of the girls. So one needs to be lifted to match the other. On top of those issues I am pushing to have some of the scares revised a bit but he seems reluctant to do anything there. He says it takes up to a year for scares to heal. We will negotiate that more in the morning.
Barring any major issues…I plan on this being the end of the breast chapter. I guess we just have to stay tuned to see how this chapter ends.
Decisions for my Family 