Jill Scott, Musician
The Way I see It #37
I thought today I would have a date set for part two of my reconstruction. Instead I had a lovely meeting with my plastic surgeon who informed me that he would be gone for six weeks and we will make these plans when I see him again in mid-August. Part of me feels captive to these expanders. In my mind, I equate this next surgery as the last major hurdle. I can now officially declare that reconstruction will likely take twice as long as actually treating the cancer. If I didn't feel so confident with this surgeon I would request a different one and move the heck on.
We had a nice talk and he is a good man who will be doing good work while he is gone. It isn't as though he will be going on a six week bender. He is involved with medical work and education all over the world. If I had heard the news of this delay a month or so ago, I think I would have cried. Maybe even sobbed. I have had this timeline set in my head since the beginning and it has been important to me to keep to it. In some ways, I think I truly have surrendered and am comfortable in this "exact right now." This way I get to enjoy a great summer and not be stuck inside recuperating from surgery again.
Life is just too darn short to worry about the small stuff. (Or small boobies)