For almost three years I have been the queen of covid precautions. I wear a mask in public…even though most people have shelved theirs. I disinfect my hands constantly. I won’t touch a shopping cart unless it’s been wiped down. I avoid any in-person events even though I’m desperate to see friends and colleagues…and yet…I got covid!!! For two weeks now I have been battling a chest rattling cough, headache, high fever, aches, pains and general malaise. For two weeks I’ve felt like I was hit by a truck and I’m not feeling much better. But apparently according to many…covid is over!

I was scheduled for surgery #8 this past Friday, the 23rd but its now been pushed to October 6th. There’s no way I could manage having my chest cut open again along with managing this wicked cough. I know the pain that I face with this next surgery so I need to be as strong and “well” as possible. Never in my wildest dreams when I stared on this breast cancer journey did I think I would be waiting for surgery #8! There aren’t even enough spaces on the pre-op forms to list the number of surgeries I’ve had. With Halloween approaching, I could go out as Edward Scissorhands!

Due to the Covid pandemic, I have been waiting 2 years for this surgery. Everything has been so delayed because of the virus that many operations were canceled indefinitely. There is a shortage now of hospital staff including nurses and that is causing issues with scheduling too. Having surgery is scary enough without knowing that the hospital is short staffed. I just hope I have no complications as I want to get home as soon as possible afterwards.

I test everyday and everyday I’m positive. For almost two weeks I’ve been battling against this shitty virus. I have nine more days till my surgery. Just over a week to rid myself of my symptoms. Nine more days till I am once again hospitalized. Nine more days until I’m sliced open and battered and bruised. Nine more days till I will be in horrible pain. Nine more days till I’m fighting the possibility of infection and complications. Nine more days until my fear and anxiety take hold of me as I’m hooked up to an IV and wheeled to the operating room. Nine more days till I have more meds added to my already long list of pills. Nine more days to get over COVID!!!

Oh but wait….covid is already over…right?

WRONG!!!!

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