We are here! The day before my double mastectomy. If I’m being completely honest…I’m kind of (probably more than a little bit) freaking out. As prepared as I think I am, I feel totally unprepared for this next Chapter in the book of cancer. I had a wonderful week in the Bahamas with my people last week, relaxing in the sun, swimming with pigs and sting rays and basically trying to not think about my upcoming surgery. It was glorious! What to do today? Freak out! I mean, these boobs have been with me since the fifth grade!! I have had a love/hate relationship with my lady lumps for a lifetime. I have been pretty cavalier about “just taking them off” to save my life but now that it’s literally happening tomorrow, I am having some big feelings I’m not sure what to do with. I have always wanted to be a part of the itty bitty titty committee, so there’s that. Perky baby boobs at 51 is not terrible. They will go well with the fresh new hair I hope might grow back soon. Although I was super stoked to not have to shave my legs for a beach vacay for the first time EVER! Cancer silver lining. And on that note, I will continue to look for the silver linings in this sucky cancer journey (I hate that word!) and head into tomorrow with the hope that the surgery goes amazing and allows me to move on to the Chapter 3 and once we finish this book, I never have to open it again. I must again thank all of you, especially my freaking amazing family, for all the love and support. You rock!! I would be curled up in a ball in a corner if it weren’t for you. Let’s start planning the new boobie birthday party!!
