I had my (hopefully) final reconstructive surgery this past Monday. The hospital experience was great, as usual. The Abbotsford Regional Hospital is wonderful - at least all MY experiences have been (and I had a few TOO many experiences, in my opinion). I'm so grateful that we live so close to such a great hospital where we get such great care. My surgeon, Dr. Brown, is great - I highly recommend him and he is outstanding in his field. Recovery is going well, but it seems that each time I have anaesthetic, it knocks me down for a bit longer. I don't get sick or anything, just VERY tired. I guess that's normal, in a way, but frustrating when you want to be up and doing everything. It's difficult to just lay on the couch and rest as the body heals. I still have the bandages on - will until Tuesday. Can't shower until then, either - YUCK! :-) I saw the surgeon on Thursday and he said that things are looking good and healing nicely. What more can I ask for? This is the way I can move on from breast cancer. My body will be somewhat complete again, even if things aren't as they were originally and I have some saline implants where my real breasts used to be - at least they won't try to kill me! LOL! And, for the record, they are a fair bit smaller than what I was expecting, but that's OK!! Many thanks to DH for his love, support and help while I'm down and unable to fulfill all my duties as a wife/mom/whatever. I want to thank my friend Lorraine for getting up at 4:30 a.m. so she could be here to drive me to the hospital for my surgery and for being there for me. Thanks also to my sister, Karen, who was also there while I went "under the knife", and then drove me home. Then, my dear friend, Connie, who was there while I was recovering, then brought dinner over later for our family. Thank you to all of you. I am so blessed.
And so, life goes on. As I think about life going on, I am reminded, at this time of year of an anniversary coming up. November 14 will mark one year since my friend, Wanda, died of her cancer. Wanda was a wonderful lady, so full of life and optimism. She loved her family, she loved her birds, she loved her friends, she loved life! What a special lady she was, and what a lucky person I was, to have known her. I miss you, Wanda. I miss your contagious smile and positive attitude. You were a blessing to me and I wish we'd have been able to spend more time together.
As life goes on, I encourage you to enjoy each and every day. Each and every moment. For every moment is a gift and that's why it's called the 'present'. A cliche, for sure, but very true.