As I prepare to head into surgery, I am reminded of the several times this happened 17-18 years ago. This is different in that this does not involve cancer, but it involves the remnants of cancer. My implant from back then, from my breast cancer surgeries is long out of date, as my plastic surgeon reminded me last June. It has taken until now, in January, that all the ducks are aligned and today is the day it comes out, to be replaced with tummy tissue. Yep, I get a tummy tuck thrown in in order to recreate my left tata.
I’m as ready as I can be: massage: check. chiropractic: check. Haircut: check. Pedicure and even manicure without polish: check. I don’t want to go, but I do want this thing done, so…off I go.
It’s weird to know that my body will look different at the other end of this 6-8 hour surgery. It is astounding the leap of faith one takes to have surgery. Our bodies are in the hands of people we don’t know at all, and we place our ultimate hopes in them. That’s the way it goes, the way it works, but it’s still weird.
I do believe that this is a good thing and that I will ultimately feel better and MORE like myself at the end of it, but it’s still stomach jumping. I do trust my team, and their collective training. I am armed with good spirits, hope, and more Netflix recommendations than I can watch in a year. What else does a gal need besides headphones and a great playlist or two?
So..off I go. More soon! with love, Meg
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Meg is a licensed independent clinical social worker with over thirty-five years clinical experience. She holds a Master’s Degree from the Boston University School of Social Work and a Bachelor of Arts from the State University of New York at Binghamton.