Tag: Health

The glass is half full

I had my appointment with the plastic surgeon today.  It went very well.  My blood pressure is back in line 120/80!!  Can’t beat that.  So the normal questions started the appoint including my weight.  I had to admit to putting on a few pounds since we had last meet.  To my surprise he was actually somewhat pleased (maybe I exaggerate a bit, he at least was not at all upset) by this news.  Seems he plans on using most of what I have in the tummy now!  When the doctor was about to finish up he asked if I had any last questions.  So I asked, “when we are finished I will look like a Barbie right?” He laughed and replied, that he could not promise that but that the large boobs I was uncomfortable with would be smaller and that “my tummy  would be a lot flatter”.  Flat stomach…WOOT!  I was 145 pounds and a C-cup before having my girls.  Now I am no where close to 145 and the cup size has multiple letters.  I could be sad about the surgery…but why in the hell would I do that?  I am taking steps to prevent cancer, I am healthy, I worked very hard last year to lose 30 pounds and now will have a little surgical assistance to help that process along. The glass is half full!

This surgery has really done a lot for my outlook on things.  I always look at people in one of two categories…glass is half full folks or the glass is half empty.  The glass is half empty are always the victims, always looking to blame someone or some thing for the misfortunes in their lives.  They often live in the past and make lots of excuses for why they seem “stuck” in certain situations.  They lash out at everyone else when in reality they should look in a mirror and lash out at themselves.

Glass is half full on the other hand laugh in the face of adversity, run through walls and take that “no one will stand in my way” type of attitude.  Prior to a year ago when this all started I kind of floated somewhere in the middle.  I allowed myself to be easily pulled into others drama. I would often feel down about myself  and the decisions I was making and allowed other people’s opinions to cloud my own. This situation has really helped open my eyes up to what is really important. If other want to live in the past, point fingers and lash out so be it but no longer will I allow myself to be pulled down.

Who would have thought preparing for a mastectomy would have done so much for me overall as a person?

20 days….

Each passing day brings us one day closer.  I can’t believe we are at the 20 day mark.

So, back when I started this blog I made a statement, about revisiting the brave vs. scared thing.  So, 20 days out am I scared?  Thankfully I still say no.  I may be a bit more nervous since I am more familiar with both the surgery and recovery.  I worry about something going wrong during the Mastectomy.  Maybe when they cut they may find something.  I also worry about the reconstruction.  Will there be a vascular problem?  Infection?  The biggest concern continues to be that of how my girls will handle the fact that I will not come home for several days.   Mommy is a superhero.  How will they handle seeing mommy sidelined for a while?  And lastly…how long is that while? I will say that although I worry about these things, I am in no way consumed with them.  I am really at peace right now about the entire thing.

I plan on talking to the girls over the weekend.  They know something is going on at this point.  Two doctors appointments in 2 weeks and the bruise I still have from the blood work.  Tonight we came home from softball games to a message confirming my appointment on Wednesday with the plastic surgeon.  It announced that it was from the department of surgery.  The call ID on it was a woman’s name…had I known I would never have played it with them there.

Anyway, that’s it for now.  Today I am thankful for the end of softball season!

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!