Something I often wonder about is if I’m doing enough “good”. What might my eulogy sound like? Who might write it? Have I given enough of myself? Will my kids know how hard I tried and how much I loved them?
June 12th is my surgery date. I installed a countdown timer on my phone, but, who am I kidding?! I don’t need it.
My surgery will last somewhere around 9 hours and I’ll be in the hospital for 3-5 nights. Recovery will not be fun. It happens to be a particularly busy week that it is scheduled, but I had zero input for the finalization of the date…
My surgeon will be harvesting my belly fat to construct new breasts. As it is, there is no room for implants even if I wanted to.
In the meantime, I plan to make the best of the time I have while I’m not recovering.
I’m hoping for healthy results leading up to surgery date and for no complications.
This September I’m turning 39. I think 40 will be amazing!