Back to my life at hand — my Stage 2 Reconstruction surgery is scheduled for February 17 in New Orleans. Brianna will accompany me this time to act as my caretaker after surgery, while Bruce remains home with our three other children. Just between you and me, I think he’s a bit bummed that Dream Dinners has gone out of business. Without their help, he realizes he’s in for a bit more work than he anticipated.
This surgery only requires an overnight hospital stay if all goes well, so Bri and I have reservations to stay in a hotel in the French Quarter after my release. This location will certainly encourage the walking the docs recommend after surgery. Though not planned, we’ve recently discovered that we will be in New Orleans for the first of their many Mardi Gras parades! Totally stoked!! Our hotel is just around the corner from the parade’s route so we’re hoping we get a good view! I also scored half-priced two hour Segway tours for us through Social Living. The question is, do I have the coordination to balance myself on this type of transportation. It will suck if I’m not able to, not to mention, be terribly embarrassing. Maybe the tour guide will ride tandem with me, like they do in Costa Rica when you are too fearful to do the ziplining alone. LOL
I’m really looking forward to this surgery — hopefully my last step to becoming physically whole again. I’m especially excited to wear sundresses again this year. Last year the whole time in Costa Rica, I had to wear a tank top under my sundresses to accommodate the prosthetic. Very uncool — both physically, as well as, mentally.
It’s not surprising that my decision for reconstruction has done wonders for my mental health but didn’t realize it might spill over into other areas. Lately I’ve been driven to improve my overall health, as well. Other than the daily bike rides in Costa Rica last summer, I’ve consistently dismissed all opportunities to become active. I know this worried Bruce. And of course, it’s possible depression may have played a part, but I’m reveling in this new healthy concern I have for myself.
And, btw, whoever thought up replacing missing breasts with abdominal fat — I LOVE YOU!!