Skip to main content

Hurry Up and Wait


               That's what Andrew and I are doing. Hurry up and waiting. Dr. Winchester (my breast surgeon) told me that they would find a good plastic surgeon to work with both my Hughes Syndrome and make sure that everyone was comfortable with my "special" set of medical circumstances and considerations.  So we are waiting. She did tell me before the end of March, so that's next week.

              In other news, Andrew and I are just working hard, enjoying the break in the weather, and we got to spend some time with each other during spring break even though I worked the entire week.
We DID get to go see Mary Poppins with CharACTers Entertainment in Gadsden, AL. If you haven't seen these folks, they are amazing. You can check them out here.

Here we are at Mary Poppins, waiting for the show to begin. 

Also, bonus! It's spring time! So my roses have started to bloom! 

This is just one. They are full bloom now and I'm too lazy to get up and take another photo.



And HERE we have Andrew and Luna communicating telepathically while laying on me. Good times and I'm thankful he got to take a few days off to spend with me.


Other than that, not much is going on. It's about another month of school left and finals are coming up, so there may not be another post until AFTER finals, and then we'll be getting into the meat of this surgery journey. I'm super nervous and super excited about meeting a plastic surgeon that I LIKE. Also I keep randomly bursting into inappropriate conversation about my boobs which is probably not okay, but what can I say? I'm also randomly thinking of questions I need to ask the plastic surgeon (Hereafter known as PS) so I guess I should get a notebook and start writing everything down.

Anyways. Most of my family has been supportive of my decision. A couple were not at all. And my boss is great. When he asked what my schedule for the summer was (I was going to wait to tell him about the surgery until I had a date) I went ahead and told him I could work full time or whatever he needed, but then I told him about this and that I wanted to do it before I start law school. He was so awesome. Said he completely agreed with that and thought it was a good idea, and to let him know if he could do anything. Great to have such an awesome attorney/boss.

Until I hear more, tata for now. 

(Get it? Haha.)


Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Don't Ignore The Pain of Infertility

This week is National Infertility Awareness Week and the fine people at RESOLVE have challenged Bloggers to write a blog post with the theme of “Don’t Ignore Infertility”. In your life, in the lives of your family and friends, don’t ignore infertility. The words that so make so many of our hearts drop to our feet are: “Just relax, it will happen” and “Just trust God’s will”.  These (and others) are phrases that I can’t stand. They are meant to be helping words. Kind words. Words to uplift and give encouragement. And yet as quick as they are spoken, they cut to the quick and cause resentment, anger and bitterness. Some people experience infertility and never have biological children. Others have children and experience infertility after that, called secondary infertility . Either way, it hurts. There is no cure, and the best that we can hope for is to find some other (albeit very costly) way to get pregnant or have that child we dream of. I got married last week to a wonderful m
3 comments
Read more

Anxiety, Caregiving, Separation from Kids and other anxiety and depression related things

 Today was a super hard day.  Yesterday I was supposed to leave with The Man to go to California for a vacation. Something everyone, including Momma said I needed. Well, American Airlines canceled the flight due to the weather in DFW.  I took a 1/4 of my Xanax (which I've never taken) to sleep last night and woke up feeling emotionally, physically and mentally unstable in an EXTREME way. Add to that when I'm away from The Boy from more than a few days it really hits my depression in a way that nothing else, even the stuff with my Momma does.  Today was taxing. It was hard to keep my head on straight and I felt like I was going crazy. I felt as if I couldn't control anything and needed to be hospitalized. Not because I'm suicidal or even depressed. But because my level of stress and anxiety is so beyond the norm that I felt like I just needed to be placed somewhere safe without anything to say, do, or experience. Except The Boy.  The Man is amazed by my level of love for
1 comment
Read more

More Things They Don't Tell You

They don't tell you that you'll come home after the first visit to the Cancer Treatment Center and your plants will be dead. Not the "I forgot to water it" dead. But DEAD.    That the first thing you think upon entering the house and depositing your bag is, "Shit. Everything around me is dying." Or that weeks later you'll be listening to your boyfriend and friends playing bluegrass and you'll think of your mom. Asleep in her bed with that ridiculously hilarious sleep mask on.  How is she losing weight when she's eating 8 times a day? Did you know there's a name for "wasting away"? It's cachexia.  I hate the phrase wasting away. As if someone isn't doing something to try and help. My brothers and sister in law and I are keeping sharp tabs on her medical notes and feeding her healthy, high calorie protein rich food. But it just falls right off. Maybe we're just trying to WILL her body to start acting eight.  Ho
Post a Comment
Read more