After a terrible night's sleep, we drove the final stretch home early this morning. I want to blame my emotional state on the lack of sleep, but I could feel something ...a fear monster... rise up in my chest the closer we got to home. This homecoming means so much more than just getting to sleep in my own bed tonight. This time I'm coming home to a battle on my doorstep.
I think I'm ready...
Tomorrow I meet with the plastic surgeon who will tell me if I am a candidate for immediate reconstruction after my mastectomy. His answer will determine scheduling and will give us a better idea of what the next few weeks and months will look like.
I think I'm ready...
I still have so many questions.
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