July 21st, 2010 - Surgery day had arrived. I was scheduled to go in for a bilateral mastectomy with tissue expander placement for reconstruction, and placement of a port for chemotherapy. When the nurse checked me in and read over the various procedures with me to confirm that I knew what I was having done I joked with her "What? You mean I'm not here for a pedicure?" At first she didn't know how to take my humor, but then she realized I was in good spirits, and she laughed. That was pretty much how the whole day went...no one really knew how to take my mood. The only way I can explain how I felt that day was calm. I woke up with the mind set that this is what I have to do, this is what I am going to do, and I am going to keep my spirits up as much as possible through it all. But I couldn't deny the overwhelming peaceful feeling that went through me, and continues to run through me every day since surgery. I know where the credit is due....all the prayers everyone was saying for me and God's amazing power was the reason I found my strength. I have never experienced anything like it before, and I will always be the first to attest to the power of prayer from now on. So, as my family sat around me, waiting for me to be wheeled off to surgery, we talked and laughed and had the other patients wondering....why the heck is this girl so happy before surgery?? Not a single tear was shed that day...well, not by me at least...and I went into that operating room knowing that this was the beginning of a long journey, but one that will make me much stronger in the end. And I found it kind of ironic, that one month exactly before my son's first birthday I was having a surgery done that wasn't part of my "Things to Do" list one month ago. And I also thought it was funny, 11 months ago I was having a c-section, today I was having a mastectomy....when do I get my pedicure??
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