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It's been over 25 years since I followed a soap. I always thought soap operas were overly dramatic. They also spent a lot of time showing how messy each characters life had become. Since my breast cancer diagnosis, I feel like I'm staring in my own soap these days. Each surgery, each test, each new piece of information seems packed with emotions and questions. I find myself scouring the Internet for sites that explain my type of cancer (Adenoid Cystic Carcinoma). I read blogs written by other cancer patients to read how they've dealt with their diagnosis. I look at pictures of mastectomies to get an idea of what having this surgery will make my body look like, I look for pictures of breast reconstruction and the list goes on and on.
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Ok, so the surgery is Wednesday! WAHOO! You will be cancer free!
ReplyDeleteSo what have you decided to do? Tissue expander? Is the plan to try to have it partially filled when they put it in there? Or are you having it put in at a later time? Inquirying minds want to know. : )
Jim said you called--thanks for checking up on me. I still feel sort of the same...there is that underlying pain that I will definitely mention to my PS...who will hopefully say it is just muscle pain. Strangely, I am not consumed with worry though, which is good, but then I worry that I should be worrying! It is somewhat of denial too. But I sure as heck don't feel like I am in THAT much pain.
Life does go one after one gets a cancer diagnosis. It is just sooooooooooo different. In some ways much better, in others sad. Either way, it goes on so you might as well make the most of it.
Give me details of surgery!!!
Love
Molly
I'm thinking about you and hope all is well. Wishing you a speedy and not to painful recovery! Best of luck, Karen
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