Any way you slice it... it'll still be surgery

This morning I enjoyed a fabulous massage at the Integrative Care Center of RMCC. Apparently, deep tissue is a no-no when you're in chemo - something about your body being traumautized and too much pressure can make you get flu-like symptoms... of course, I could've misunderstood - so she used gentle pressure and it felt awesome! Also, I worked on being present in the moment and clearing my mind. Do you know how hard that is for me? But, since I worked so hard at it, I actually had several zen-like moments. That, also, was awesome.

After my awesome massage and zen time (did I mention it was awesome?), I headed over to meet the plastic surgeon. Ok... that was another surreal moment for me. The surgeon is located off 4th & Maxwell (those of you who know Boulder, are familiar with the neighborhood) and that in-and-of itself was intimidating. I was driving hubbys truck and I'm wearing pigtails and a hat waltzing into the PLASTIC SURGEON'S office. Twenty years ago, if you would have told me I'd be going to see a plastic surgeon in Boulder, I'd have thunk you were LOCO.

Anyway, after being subjected to an 8 minute video on how they would slice me up - and I almost vomited - I was able to meet the nice Dr. Hartley (Winfried Hartley... wonder if he played squash) He's from Georgia (I do miss that southern accent), has 3 kids (twins, 4 and 2, girls) and he was very calming about the whole thing. Then he showed me samples of his "work" (boob pics). Man, I use parentheses a lot (have ya noticed?)

Looks like I'll have the cosmetic portion of the surgery 6 weeks after radiation therapy, and the type will be determined once we figure out how much that little booger of a tumor has shrunk. This will fall at the first of January, I think. New boobs for my 40th in Mexico? I think so!