Yeah, so, goodbye, Lefty. You’ve been a great breast friend, but I think it’s time we parted ways, because you’re killin’ me. Literally.
My mastectomy and reconstruction surgeries are first thing in the morning, so by this time tomorrow I will be missing my left boob as I currently know her. “Time for a little nip tuck,” as mighty, mighty good man David says. He also likes to talk about me getting a job at Hooter or posing for Jug magazine.
We think cancer is hilarious in this apartment. Still, I’m a little bummed tonight. It’s sad to have a part of me removed. I looked in the mirror this morning when I got out of the shower and thought, “I wish I could save you, Lefty, but you have betrayed me. Now I have to cut you off and save myself.”
I feel like there’s still a little bit of good in her, but sadly, most of her is evil cancer, so the good part must be sacrificed. Sorry, Lefty, you have to take a hit for the team.
In honor of Lefty, today at work I was rockin’ my Crazy Sexy Cancer T-shirt.
More than the surgery itself and the extended recovery process, I’m scared that I will wake up from the surgery tomorrow and the doctor will tell me that the cancer has spread; that more surgeries and chemo are in my future. I believe that will not happen. Even the doctors are optimistic that is not the case. Still, it lingers in the back of mind.
I know that when I wake up in the recovery room tomorrow I will immediately ask two things:
1) Can I have my glasses, please?
2) Did it spread?
I’m hoping the answers will be yes and no, in that order.
Once again, I am asking for your positive thoughts, your good vibes and your prayers! Also, just like last time, David will be Twittering throughout the day, updating followers with my progress, at Soniasboob.