Chemo Is Almost Done. Now What? SURGERY!
Ok, I have about 126 hours before I am done with my awful, side affect, bald-headed making chemo treatments. I’m excited at that prospect but there is a fear that is gnawing at the back of my neck. That fear is of my upcoming surgery.
Besides my C-section with lil mama, I’ve never had major surgery before. It’s bad enough I am put out of control with all of the chemo drugs and now they want to put me to sleep to operate on me. This is not boding well to my Type A mind.
Then, the idea of the surgery itself brings me to a state of panic. I can and will rank it up there with being amputated.
And how in the world am I supposed to explain the scars, size difference, texture to a potential future mate or even husband? “I had breast cancer so many years ago and to get rid of it, I was forced to go through menopause, take poison and have parts hacked off. So I can’t have your kid and my breasts look weird but at least I have hair now”?
Hell, at least my hair is going to grow back.
