Friday, November 11, 2011

Feelin' Upbeat Today

This is probably a bit premature, but my outlook today is pretty positive.

I think I have done about as much research and preparation and dealing with my, uh, stuff, as a person could.  My father called today and asked if I were at peace with my decision, and I was able to say, with complete equanimity, that mine is not a set of options likely to produce peace.  In other words, I'm not at peace ~ but why should I be?  That's not a requirement.

I'm glad that I didn't rush into surgery two months ago.  Even though I am doing exactly what the first surgeon originally recommended, I am doing it  in a knowledgeable and well prepared manner.  I know about options, I know statistics, I know what the procedures are (SO not appealing).  I have things to wear, I have a place to hang out, we have a new tv, and my work life is somewhat in order.  I could not have pulled all that off in less than two months. 

I have come to terms, sort of, with the reality that I can't predict anything about my recovery.  I've read some real horror stories and I've read some by women who came through all this fairly easily.  I can't choose, and I don't believe that optimism is the controlling factor here, but I'm ok with that.  Most of the time.

I have recovered my sense of perspective.  I want Josh to be here, I always want Josh to be here, and I can't believe that he isn't flying home from Chicago this week to be with me, where he belongs.  But that's no different from every other week.  And I do know that this ~ this is just a breast.  It is not a child.  

I am extremely clear about the difference.

This past week I ran into an acquaintance who has had cancer.  She's been fine for several years.  And while I know that she has other significant challenges in her life, I realized as we talked that: I am not a fragile person at all.  Her story?  Not mine.  I have my moments, and my days, when I am puddled all over the floor, but on the whole I am a pretty tough babe.  And I'm good with that.

Best of all: I am imagining the future.  You can travel all over the world with a fake boob.  You can preach and take photographs and do spiritual direction and hike and canoe.  And you still can't sing or cook if you never could.  So, basically: I will still be myself, just with some new and gory scars and some silicone inside.

This whole thing really and totally sucks.  But: OK ~ I will come out the other side and I will be fine.  

Although I will probably have even less patience with certain people and their idiotic remarks than I do now!



3 comments:

  1. I' ve lost track of when the surgery is scheduled, or maybe you haven't said, or I've forgotten,,,,regardless, holding you in prayer as you prepare. Deeply in prayer.

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  2. "You can travel all over the world...and more...with a fake boob". Clarity worth hanging on to for future days.

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  3. It is a lot to absorb and I often think that the decision-making process, coupled with the apprehension of waiting-for-everything-to-happen are some of the more difficult parts in all of this.

    Wresting control over this process is important and I admire how you have done that.

    One tidbit of advice--if you can stand it--I found that having some crossword puzzles and my iPod with me while I endured the pre-surgery check-ins and chats was essential. I needed those distractions and there were too many interruptions to be able to focus on a book (or any companions!).

    Peace be with you,
    Cassandra

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