I've been diligently checking things off my to-do list all week. I've managed to get the 'musts' done and even a few of the 'it would be nice ifs'. Bonus.
It's a weird feeling, knowing I feel just fine today, but tomorrow around this time, I'll be waking up in quite some pain with a number of rearranged body parts. So grateful for modern painkillers - they'll make it much easier to get down this part of the road.
Aside: What kind of world do we live in that I can schedule when pain will begin? Amazing, when you think about it. As soon as I can also schedule when it will end, I'll be totally impressed.
As promised, radiation tightened up the scar pockets around my implants - the closest I can come to describing it is that it feels like a tight bra I can't take off. While not looking forward to the recovery process, I AM looking forward to the part where the tightness in my chest will ease.
The biggest feeling I'm carrying into this complex and scary surgery tomorrow? I am loved.
One of my longtime friends came from out of town to be here for surgery. My sister is on her way; she will stay for the first two weeks, to get me back on my feet. If things calm down at her place, my college roommate will be in the following week.
I set up a Meal Train - food will be coming throughout the six week recovery period.
I won't have to worry about walking Sylvester - my neighbors are on it!
My people, near and far, are reaching out to me - you are in our thoughts and in our prayers and please let us know how we can help.
I don't have to do this alone. Not at all. Not for one minute.
I can let go of my delusions of control, release all the pieces to fall where they may, and still breathe easily. My people have my back.
*she sighs contentedly*
Good Is.
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