Trusting my Gut
But I feel good about my weight gain. My upcoming surgery is called DIEP, and it requires that I have a little excess stomach fat in order that in can be used
to replace the fat in my breasts. In a nutshell, it’s a boob job and a tummy
tuck. At least that’s’ what sister Sue cheerfully blurted out to my
reconstructive surgeon during one of our appointments. He smiled sweetly and
said, ‘Um, yes. Essentially. But that’s not exactly how we promote it’
‘Can we use my fat?’ asked Sue.
‘Um…no.’
As yet, I don’t have a surgery date. I’d like to get it over
with a soon as possible, since it’s the last step of my treatment and I’d like
to put the whole canceritis kit and caboodle in the rear view mirror. (Plus – I
want to fit back into my jeans). But I have to wait till the surgeon and his OR
become available. Right now he’s fully booked, reconstructing people’s heads
and such. Hopefully it will be this spring. And once my date is confirmed, I
will have to get Belleruth Naparstek and her Guided Meditations back on board,
along with all my ‘magical friends and allies’.
I’m really not to keen on going back into the hospital, or
going back under the knife – but I’m thinking long term. They will use my newly
acquired fat (thank you wine and cheese), after which I will likely have flattened abdomen. It’s a long surgery, with a long-ish recovery, but it’s got the best chance of drastically reducing
the chance of recurrence for a bilateral gal like me.
Recently I was talking to Sue about a difficult decision I
was trying to make. She thought a
minute. ‘Trust your gut,’ she told me. Than looking down at bulge beneath my
sweater she added ‘I mean, trust your boobs.’
Let the games begin!
