Now that I have a surgery date…Posted: February 2, 2011 Filed under: breast cancer, drugs, infection | Tags: breast cancer, cancer battle, cancer diagnosis, DIEP, hospital, Mubarak, new boobs, plastic surgery, reconstruction, Sarah Palin, surgery, Thumper 5 Comments
Now that I have a surgery date, if you feel compelled to join the Greek chorus that’s asking if I really want to have the surgery, don’t.
I don’t want to hear it.
Isn’t the fact that I have a surgery date evidence enough of my decision to go forward?
If I didn’t want to have the surgery, would I really have a date? Would I be putting myself through the mental anguish that accompanies such a decision and the days that stretch on between said date and today?
Mainly those who say stupid things, but Sarah Palin & “President” Mubarak are on my list too. If you like either of these idiots, you may want to unsubscribe from this blog, because I will most likely rip on them and their idiot-ness a lot, esp when I’m in a foul mood like I am now. And if ripping on dumbasses makes me feel better, then Katy bar the door because I’m gonna do it.
And don’t tell me that people mean well, and sometimes they just don’t know what to say. They can suck it. If it’s that hard to come up with something not stupid to say, then perhaps they should zip it.
But back to the surgery. Reconstruction is a big step. It’s a scary step. It’s a horrifying assault on my already-beleaguered body. If things were different, I wouldn’t be in a hurry to do it. By “things” and “different” I mean the path of destruction left by the blasted mycobacterium.
I hate that myco almost as much as I hate Sarah Palin. Sheesh, just typing her name makes me mad.
Ok, reigning it in.
That darn mycobacterium wrecked things up good. If it was just a question of having a flat chest, I’d be in no hurry for reconstruction. I kinda like my flat chest. It’s simple. It’s low-maintenance. I never have to wonder if people are paying attention to what I’m saying, because they’re certainly not distracted by cleavage (there is none). But thanks to the infection and subsequent tissue excision (gross, I know), it’s a mess that’s gotta be fixed.
And thanks to the infection, I can’t just pop in the implants and go along my merry way. I remember being asked as a kid if I had to do everything the hard way (I was a little stubborn back then). The answer is yes. Yes, I do.
I do not like surgery. Or hospitals. Or hospital gowns. Or hospital linens (scratchy, so scratchy). Or hospital food. Or the hospital smell. Or needles. Or being an invalid. Or depending on other people. Or waiting on other people to show up and do what they need to do so I can get outta there.
I do like the drugs, though.
But not enough to rush into a big, long, complicated surgery. So while I don’t actually want to have this surgery, I need to, to clean up the leftover infection mess. It’s going to be hard, and the recovery will be long. I won’t see a tennis court for several months. I will once again be at the mercy of other people’s kindness. But I need to do it, so I will. And I will leave you with another mantra from my childhood: If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all. Thank you, Thumper. Preach it, little rabbit.
And if you can’t follow Thumper’s advice, and still feel compelled to tell me how dangerous this surgery is, or how complicated, or ask me to think about how it might affect my kids, or any other stupid thing that flies out of people’s mouths, then consider this:
I am so enjoying your blog and wondering why i had not found it before now! I wish i could express myself in such a direct and to me humorous way…maybe I find it humorous because i would rather relate to the humor instead of the reality of your surgery. Course i think the chiwawa in the hospital gown makes me smile and i dont like Sarah either.
Cindy, I’m glad you found me, too! Love finding others who are anti-Sarah but pro-chihuahua!
absolutely LOVED this! Nuff said. 🙂
Gee, are you SURE you want to do this?? Really, people say that? Does anybody WANT to be sliced and diced just for fun? Idiots! You just keep ripping on them as needed, and take a few shots at Palin too. Doctor’s orders.
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