Pre-Admission Testing

Today The Husband and I went to my pre- admission testing, as well as my blood doctor appointment because with Hughes Syndrome, you have to have the blood dude sign off on all major surgeries. We will be arriving at the hospital at 5 am-ish that morning. By that evening, I will be boobless but my cancer risk will be almost ZERO!!! What!!

The day before surgery we’ll go see the PS so I can be “marked” for surgery that way they don’t have to do it the day of. Dr. B likes to study his patients the night before, their photos, and really put a plan together. I’m so thankful for a thorough PS.

Currently I’m freaking about letting go of everything and letting The Husband handle it, but I’m trying. The next five days will be a flurry of time spent hugging The Boy, cleaning, spending time with The Husband and then we’ll stay the night in The City the night before.

Deep breaths. This is actually happening.

As for the photo, if I had a nickel for every time someone compared my choice with a boob job..... whew would I be rich. A boob job is an addition to your breasts. They don’t go in, scoop out all your breast tissue, remove your nipples, and rebuild everything. It takes two, many times several more surgeries to get done. And you don’t lose the feeling in your chest. With a boob job, you keep that. So stop comparing women having mastectomies to people getting boob jobs. It makes you sound ignorant.

In other news- my house is finally mopped, my checklist is halfway done (okay- I’m lying to make myself feel better- a QUARTER of the way done) and The Boy will be home soon.

Here’s a picture of him wearing one of my socks while sleeping. Isn’t that cute?

He can now say “oh no!”

#UnBRCAble #justcallmecancerfree #previvor

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