I remember that first meeting in my oncology surgeon’s office. They day that I almost passed out as she described the steps in the plan that I could possibly face. The day it became real to me that my name was associated with that plan.
Today is another reality check.
That everything isn’t all rosy. I’m not going to be the winner of the best case scenario. But it’s also not the worst case scenario (at this point).
Of course, the body scan could change all of that. But I don’t want to focus on that.
I’m back to the same feeling as before the first surgery. I just want to get the date, get the second surgery done, get on with it. The faster each step takes place, the faster I can work through the treatments and reach the end of this plan to restore me to “me.”