Category: Pre-op Bilateral Prophylactic Mastectomy

Afro Circus…polka dot polka dot

Took the girls to see Madagascar 3 in 3 D and have to say was very pleasantly surprised with how good it was.  The best of the series so far!  The girls had a great time dancing in their seats.  I love seeing them have fun.  It makes me feel good when they are happy. 

The theater was not crowded since we went so early but there were still some interesting characters to see. I think we all know those people who do nothing but complain about their kids.  I don’t get it.  Don’t get me wrong, mine can drive me crazy but that is part of growing and learning the boundaries.  The other extreme is the “my kids are so wonderful” group.  You  know, the ones who basically could watch their obnoxious kid punch someone and somehow rationalize that the other person caused it. To be honest the later is more annoying and dangerous as a parent.  Those kids grow up without any ramification or consequence.  There is just way too much of that around here!

Anyway, I digress.  This was a good weekend but busy.  Megan is finished school Tuesday.  Going into 3rd grade next year…where does the time go.  Her teacher informed us that they have recommended her for the TAG (talented and gifted) program.  We have to give it some more thought but based on the feedback we have heard we are leaning toward turning it down.  Since I stay home we do extra work at home together.  I do not like how it is run and just do not believe she would benefit from it.  Time will tell I guess.

Back to my list:

  • I am thankfully for happy, healthy girls
  • summer days in the pool with the family
  • The fact that in a few short weeks the surgery will be over

Bionic Boobies!

We can rebuild them, we have the technology, better than they were before, ( at least smaller!)

I think there are some people looking at me as if I have lost my mind. Others think that I am secretly hiding some big depression. I can tell you that I  am not depressed at all, a little stressed sure.  As for losing my mind, well I guess I will leave that one up for debate.  I have a few choices:

  • crawl into a corner and cry
  •  do nothing
  •  face this obstacle with the full understanding of how lucky I am to be able to make a proactive decision and move forward.

So since the choice is so clear we just might as well keep the mood as light as possible when we can.

I have been putting thought lately not into the removal of but instead the boobie possibilities being opened up to me.  I am a large (like really big) busted lady.  I have thought about a reduction through the years. This is not exactly what I had in mind but we will make the most of it.  I see the Plastic Surgeon this week.  I would like to drop several sizes.

At least back pain reduction is something positive to look forward to!

Somewhat overwhelmed

So the clock is spinning at record speeds now it seems.  I can not believe we are just a little over three weeks out of the mastectomy.  The march forward continues.  I had my blood work done yesterday and was rather impressed with the efficiency of the process.  I usually go to a labcorb or Quest for blood work but they preferred I went right to a Cooper center so they could access the results directly.  I was there for less than 15 minutes from check in til walking out the door.  Almost a pleasure really, (as much as having a pointy item stuck into your arm can be of course) :-). I have had to sit for well over an hour many times…nice to have something move so quickly!

I am a bit overwhelmed. We have received many offers to help out during my recovery for which I am so grateful! So many of the offers are so sincere, I mean we all know how it is right?  You are standing there and the conversation comes up about someone cutting off part of their body and no one is sure what to say so the offers to help come pouring out. We have all been there ugh..right? Alright, maybe not exactly  that situation but I think we all know what I mean.

We do not have parents who are usually the ones who come running. Frank and I are used to facing things for the most part alone and head on and do not ask for help well.  We also do not quite know what to do with help that is offered sometimes. I think we  may be underestimating the degree of assistance we may need.  I believe that after all of the different biopsies we both expect hope that I will be up and around very quickly.

To all of my friends I thank you and appreciate the offers!  We just might need you all!