Monday, September 27, 2010

Excuse our appearance...we are currently under reconstruction...again!

I can't believe it's been over 9 months since Dad's passing. Life has been absolutely CRAZY this year. I listed my house for sale; finally found a buyer in July with a 3-week closing date; moved into Dad's house and are currently living in renovation hell! You'd swear we're in an episode of Hoarders!

I saw my plastic surgeon in July during the chaos and again today. I have never been happy with how my reconstruction healed, so I am having a revision surgery on December 10th...5 days after we get back from a fun-filled family vacation at Disney World.

The surgery should be about 2 hours in length; she will remove my current implants, perform a capsulectomy (removal of scar tissue) and insert higher profile "shorter" implants. This should make the implants sit little lower in my chest (they currently feel like they're on my shoulders!) and will be a bit wider at the base to help with the "flat" spots; this will all hopefully give me a bit more of a natural look. I have requested my guardian angel anesthesiologist too (explained here). Hopefully he's available that day.

I'll have a lot of preparation to get done in a VERY short period of time. The kitchen reno is scheduled to take place while I am away at Disney, so that gives me only 4 days to try unpack and organize my new kitchen (EEEEE...I'm getting my dream kitchen, I can't wait). I'm sure I won't get it all organized, but will at least try to get enough done so I can easily access a few things after surgery. I'm scheduled to work the Monday to Thursday before my surgery, but may need to take a half day off here and there to try get things ready at home.

Stay tuned....

Thursday, January 21, 2010

On a blogging hiatus

Since the passing of my dear dad on January 15th, 2010, my urge to blog has completely stopped. I'm in a daze these days and the past few weeks are all a blur. I'm numb and it all feels like a bad dream that I just can't wake up from.

My unhappiness with my new foobs seems so inconsequential at this point. I really haven't thought about it much these days; I guess that proves what the real important things in life are and it doesn't really matter what my chest looks like...it's just not that important! Things may change as time passes, but for now, I can live with them...at least now they won't kill me.

I have lost both my parents in under 3 years to this fucking disease and at least for now, it can't catch me!

Good night dad...I love you!!! ♥ ♥ ♥