Kicking Breast Cancer's Butt

Less than two and a half hours to check in, and I can’t sleep, I have a headache, I can’t take ibuprofen for it, nor can I drink coffee (or water).

My eyes are itchy and my nose is stuffed from crying last night over my soon-to-be-lost breast.  I wish I could take an ibuprofen and go back to sleep.

But I don’t feel anxious (much), at least not yet, and I’ve got the Beach Boys “Don’t Worry Baby” running though my mind.

I had a bit of an epiphany last night.  I’ve been moaning all this time about how sad I’ll feel upon waking up after the surgery, and seeing the surgical dressing where my breast used to be.  I realized, that’s actually a HAPPY thought, because that means I can envision myself waking up after the surgery.  Whoo, hoo!

Type at you later.

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