Time keeps on ticking, ticking, ticking, into the future.
100 days.
Tomorrow, the day that my youngest son turns one, will be the first day that we will be in double digits. I never made this connection with the math before.
Last weekend was a rather big weekend for my family. My dad married the woman, my new stepmom!, that he’s been dating for years. The stress and tension built up as with any wedding. The following day was a brunch to celebrate son #2’s first birthday. Numerous friends and family arrived from out of town, and, as you can imagine, the planning was been taking place for months, if not even more than a year. Oh, and did I mention that the same day as the birthday party was my 34th birthday?
I focused on these events and decided that I would put off really thinking about my surgery and my 30 meals until after this crazy, busy weekend. After my day of recuperation yesterday, the realization that this surgery is approaching hit me hard today. Everything is now directly related to the surgery date. My birthday is the last one that I will have with my natural breasts. I ordered a magazine today to support a family member’s girl scout troop. When I received the confirmation, I was informed that the first issue would be arriving in 12 – 14 weeks. That’s 84 – 98 days. That’s really close to my surgery date. I can always correlate it in my head.
The trick is to enjoy life. Don't wish away your days, waiting for better ones ahead. - Marjorie Pay Hinckley
I’m a little shaken now.
Although I’m feeling a bit anxious by this realization, I am so happy that I had this weekend. Friends and family gathered for celebrations, but some took a few minutes to pull me aside and talk to me about the upcoming surgery. I have a few more offers from the out-of-towners to visit and care for me, as well as those just being generally supportive. Not to mention that it was just wonderful (and a huge blessing) to spend time with all of these people that I love.
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