Off to the plastic surgeon to get all marked up and sign consents....and pictures. Just what every overweight woman wants in life. To get naked and take some pictures of your breasts. I guess I better get used to it. At least I had my pants on.
I guess its a good thing I read the consent. I can't have an MRI with those expanders in. Hmph. Learn something new every day. I feel like I signed my life away.
Tomorrow is the big day. I've had my bag packed since I got the date. I guess its a good thing I started prepping for the mastectomy since I got the news. I had ordered me a special pillow, some button gowns and shirts, and some lanyards. I got stool softeners (gotta love those). My husband bought me a recliner and I've got it where I think I can stand it in my room. I'm as prepared as I could be I guess. Bring this on and lets get it over with.
My biggest fear is infection since I'm a diabetic and work in the healthcare field. No news of radiation or chemotherapy. I guess that is good news unless someone has failed to mention it to me. Oh well, tonight I will do round three of CHG bath and try to keep my lines painted on in the right spot. No one wants crooked boobs! (or Foobs: fake boobs).
WISH ME LUCK!

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