Journey To The End Of The Boobs

A few day ago I got my date. My pre-admission testing is on August 16 and my PBM (preventive bilateral (that means both of them) mastectomy) is scheduled for August 23rd.

Am I ready? HECK YEAH!

Am I nervous? Probably not until that morning.

Am I emotional? Not yet and that worries me. I have a feeling the emotions will come after the surgery. I’d rather not do emotions and pain killers but there it is.

Is my house ready? Nah bruh. If you’re reading this and you know me, we still need people to help with cleaning and people

to sign up for bringing over meals. The Husband will be handling my 19 month old son, but he is a handful and keeping everything clean, caring for me, cooking, caring for The Boy- that’s a lot for one person. We’ll take all the help we can get.

And now it’s apparently the end of bath time as The Boy is trying to climb out.

See ya soon.

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