Delerious Rantings And So On..., 8 Days ... The Count Down Continues ...

27
Jan

8 Days … The Count Down Continues …

There is a part of me that psychologically thinks “I should panic! I’m getting my tits whacked off in like a week!” But for some reasons I am so clam about this whole ordeal - which I think bothers a few of my friends because everyone around me seems to be freaking out about my surgery except me, but I’m the one going through it, and still calm as can be. Sort of bizarro world?

I really am ready for surgery… the girls gotta go! I’ve been prepping myself for this for 9 months now since I sent those little vials of blood off to be tested in Mormon country (seriously the only BRCA genetic testing facility in the entire world is in Utah of all places).

So I don’t have cancer, and yes I am removing what, at this exact time, are a theoretically healthy pair of breasts. A very beautiful pair of breasts as I glance down to oogle them! I LOVE MY TITS! Which is why, out of love I must let them go, because if I do this now, the doctors can rebuild me a nearly normal looking pair of breasts with only some minor scars (if all goes well I even get to keep my nipples!)… but if I wait until cancer strikes me… the surgical outcome will not be nearly as beautifully crafted.

My biggest fear is not the surgery… recovery kind of scares me a little because I don’t know what I will do with all the down time… but my truly biggest most catastrophic fear is that in all the tissue samples that they take, there is a chance of them finding cancerous cells - which even the presence of even a few teeny tiny cancerous cells in my body would mean hardcore chemo. That I am not ready to face. So I keep praying that every single last cell they look at when they remove all my boob junk is perfectly cancer-free and clean!

CHEERS TO MY TITS! MAY THE NEW PAIR CAUSE AS MUCH DEBAUCHERY AND BE AS SCANDALOUS AS THEIR PREDECESSORS!