Countdown

So, the countdown begins. Two weeks two days. I keep thinking of the old 'Newlywed Game" where he'd always go "we'll be back in two and two". Weird memory. Back when they talked about making whoopie all the time!

Anyway. I think I'm set and ready. Hopefully, that really means set and ready, and not deep in denial about what is actually about to take place. I think I've done my reality checks. I think I'm at peace with it. It's like climbing to the top of the high dive and realizing you have no choice but to jump in, scared shitless or not. I have no choice. This is going to happen. And when it does, it will be ok. Scary, but ok.

I feel fortunate as I hear of more and more experiences with cancer that I am able to make this decision before anything more dramatic has to happen. That I don't have to consider chemo, radiation, hormone therapy. That I can pretty much say "I will not in this lifetime get breast cancer". I am grateful that this has happened to me after I was able to feed my babies and after I felt a connection to my breasts as a cosmetic aspect. I am thankful my husband is so supportive and that honestly, I don't think he will look at me any differently. As he always says "I'm not a boob guy :)"

So, here we go. Plans are made. I have no idea what I'm in for, so trying not to overthink what my recovery will be like. Just take it for what it is and one day, be it in 2 weeks or 6 months, or longer, I will feel better.