|State Forest State Park, CO|
In some ways, I feel the date marks the beginning of the path of what-might-have-been merging back with the path of what-is. I am not unhappy with my life as it is. I like my job and my apartment, and my car is way fun to drive. (zip, zip!) These past six months have not been all fun and games, but neither have they been hell.
I met with my surgeon yesterday; the final pre-op meeting before I get my permanent implants on July 12th. Both he and his nurse were happy for me, thought I would be happy, too. I felt badly for not being more enthusiastic about the surgery. I'd like to be, I know I'll be more comfortable. But... my numb chest has been bothering me this week - not physically, it's numb - but the knowledge this formerly sensitive erogenous zone has been turned into a permanent dead zone has kept coming back to dampen my spirits.
On the other hand, I am thankful, daily, because as far as we know, the cancer was caught before it spread. That's worth having a numb chest - the alternative REALLY sucks.
And, my daughter and grandbaby will be coming back down for the surgery. This time, they'll be here for a few days before the surgery date, which means I'll actually be lucid and able to enjoy more of their company.
Here's to silver linings.