Ready for the 5th

Surgery is right around the corner - again.
And I am in a hurry-get-everything-ready mode.
House cleaned, menus made, groceries bought
and help lined up so I can just relax and take
a nap at any given moment, if I want.

This help is, of course, my wonderful mother and Annette, my sister in law.
Without them I honestly would not know how to handle most of the daily tasks.
They come to clean and play with kids and take care of me.
And I don't know how to thank them or repay them.

Each time I think this is the last surgery and I come to terms with it,
I find out that there might be another one in a few months after the doctors see
how things have settled.

It may seem like I enjoy surgeries, but I do not.
I accept them as part of what I need to do in order to regain my body
and come to terms with my new normal.
I feel I am getting closer, I think this could be my last one.
I finally believe there is a light at the end of this long, scary tunnel.
Each one has helped and taught me something about myself,
and those around me.

This should be a shorter surgery -
Somewhere between 3-5 hours.
I guess anything would be considered shorter compared to my last one of almost 10 hours.
It is also an out patient surgery.
This is what I would call a touch-up surgery.

They are removing my standing cones, yea that is the medical term.
Basically it is where they started my incisions during the last surgery and it made these funny points that stick out on my hips.
They are injecting some fat along my radiated side where there is a bunch of scar tissue that is hard, this fat should soften it.
They are also taking fat from my flanks and upper thighs to even out both my breasts and make them more symmetrical.

AND

I am having my nose fixed.
I am a little embarrassed to say I am having a cosmetic rhinoplasty
but I am extremely excited about it.
After I shattered my nose almost 20 years ago, I have hated it.
And I figure, hey why not - I feel like with everything I have been though
I deserve it.
I have scheduled it a dozen times since 1999, but I either got scared or felt
guilty so I backed out.
But not this time.

As crazy as it sounds I am actually
looking forward to Wednesday.