My Lady Lumps

I now have these little conversations with my breasts as I'm getting ready. "Why are you doing this to me?", "I always took great care of you", "You got 3 bras everytime we went running!". This is now just a typical morning. We're sort of on-the-outs. Yet there is a lot of emotion tied to fact that tomorrow morning, a golfball-sized chunk will be cut out of one of them. I'm not nervous about the surgery, but I'm nervous about what it'll be like afterwards. I'll never look the same again. Will I ever feel the same? And it's hard not to let these feelings overwhelm the big picture- this is to SAVE MY LIFE. And that's a pretty humbling thought to take away the silliness from worrying about a divot or a couple scars. And the amazing part of this journey, is the incredible support I've received from everyone. I feel like this ridiculously spoiled child. And sure, I've done an embarrassing amount of crying these past 3 weeks, but 80% of it has been from being so grateful and moved by all the acts of kindness I've experienced.

One of my care packages from my amazing coworkers! Filled with everything I could need! And I have no words for this. My Brother got this tattoo this week with my initials. I've just never seen anything so sweet.

I check into the hospital in 6 hours- I hope they're not serious when they tell me to get a 'good nights sleep' before surgery!