Sixteen more hours.
At about this time tomorrow, I should be nice and drugged up. The IV should be my new BFF. Some of my lymph nodes will be gone. I will have half of a fake right boob. My real one will be long gone and sent off for a final pathology report.
All of this, eight weeks in the making, will finally culminate into a lovely cocktail of antibiotics, narcotics and IV fluids.
I'm staying positive.
Throughout all of this, I've had my surgery date moved 3 times,I've had my operation plans change 1 week before (I'm now doing two phased procedures), I still don't know where my parents are going to stay, and I've had to roll with some serious punches such as having to have a weird half breast implant that I wanted to originally avoid.
The biggest thing I've learned from all of this is that life is just one pile of uncertainty. I don't know what's going to happen, and that makes me understandably anxious. And that's okay.
But the only thing that you can do about it is take control of what you can (such as acupuncture, going to Disneyland, eating the crap outta some yummy ice cream, telling people to chill out and leave me alone), and well, hope for the best with what you can't control.
So, that's it peeps.
It will probably be a few days until I write again.
Send me yo' good vibes and your sunbeams. I will be feeling them in my drug-induced happy fun place.