In eight days I’ll be walking into to hospital to undergo a unilateral mastectomy and port removal. I’m trying my hardest to be prepared for the outcome of the procedure but I also know that realistically no amount of preparation can get me ready for this. I will walk into the hospital that morning with a piece of myself that will no longer be there when I leave the following day. I’m a strong person but it saddens me that I have to go through this. I wish it didn’t take me up until now to appreciate my body.
When I wake up from surgery my body will be different and it will be painful but it will still be mine. I’m not saying that it will happen overnight, or even anytime soon, but one day I’ll be okay with myself again. I need to remember to give myself some credit, especially after everything I’ve survived this far.
Until next time..