This week has been a bit rough.
From the time we scheduled my surgery I felt that I had this massive expanse of time staring back at me.
All of a sudden I have already paid my surgeon, packed my hospital bag, and worried about the carload of donations I have that still need to go to Goodwill before I check into the hospital. Also, I should have scheduled for the dogs to get a bath and for the carpets to get cleaned and for the bug spray guy to come, but I didn't. #regrets
I just want pie.
And so much chocolate.
And to cry.
And to sleep.
And to read.
And do jumping jacks.
And run a marathon. [OK...just kidding about the marathon.]
God bless my therapist. I really don't know where I would be without one. Thanks for the breathing techniques, they have already come in handy.
Tomorrow, Tim is taking me to see Pride & Prejudice and Zombies and then I'm spending the afternoon at Udander for a day of relaxation and pampering.
Because I'm a PRINCESS!!!
I've already been getting wonderful presents from wonderful people - puzzles, coloring books, boob pillows, butt wipes, chocolate, wine, and a deck of Hillary Clinton for president playing cards - which means I have the best of friends who know me so well!
Flowers and Food are also accepted! Please remember that I am a genetic mutant, cursed for eternity with a BRCA2 mutation and celiacs disease - so no gluten. I can't eat it - not that I don't want to (I have dreams of eating Eischen's Chicken at least once a month).
*breath in 7...6...5...4...3...2...1...*
*hold for 3...2...1...*
*breath out for 5...4...3...2...1...*
Christina Mallory Chicoraske - a 30 year old, 4th generation Okie, diagnosed BRCA2+ and undergoing a prophylactic bilateral mastectomy. This is the tale of my journey with hopes to inform and encourage other young women searching for answers after a BRCA1/2 gene mutation discovery.