…not even a ….Are you kidding me? I won’t be getting any sleep! Any one who says you should go into surgery well rested has obviously never had surgery. Or at least not major surgery. And even though I will only be in the hospital from 6:15 Wednesday morning to 6:15 Thursday morning, this is major surgery!
I thought I was organized and maybe I am, but right now I feel lost. I have a pot of soup on the stove that I need to finish and blend so I can sip it through a straw. I have a last load of laundry going, I’ve watered the houseplants inside and out and tried to tidy up as best I can. I have arranged my post op clothes (baggy pull on pants and shorts and oversized flowy shirts with pockets sewn inside for the drains) on open shelves that I can easily reach as I won’t have much arm mobility. I even have them piled from largest and easiest to pull on to a bit more “fitted” so I can work my way through them as I get stronger. I’ve packed away all my bras, except for the one I’m wearing to the hospital, as I won’t have any need for one for a long time. I have pillows organized for the bed as I will have to sleep sitting up until the drains are removed. I have extension cords in place for laptop, phone, ipad, etc. Freezer packs are at the ready to apply to my sutures and I have a little plastic bucket to keep beside me with tissues, lip balm, Purel and baby wipes.
I’m organized. I’ve crossed off almost everything on my list. So what am I missing?
What I’m missing and am not prepared for is the fact that tomorrow morning I am having both my breasts removed. Yes, I am going to be ok. Yes, the mastectomy will hopefully rid me of cancer and yes I will survive and be healthy and well very soon. I keep telling myself that; and I believe it. I know how incredibly fortunate I am that I have a good prognosis, great surgeons and a wonderful support system. But I guess in all this planning and running myself ragged, I haven’t really sat down and come to terms with saying “boob voyage”.
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