The week of a million appointments

Ok, so I’m being dramatic. But this is a big week, medically. Starting with today. I have a phone consultation with a surgery center in New Orleans at 1 o’clock. I’m definitely not procrastinating the things I’m supposed to do by writing a blog post, nope, not me! I’m anxious for this phone call even though realistically I know that there’s nothing specific about my case/body that they’ll be able to tell me. It’s supposed to last close to an hour. I am not quite sure what we’ll talk about for that whole hour but we’ll see!

Thursday, Barry and I are heading up to Birmingham for three appointments. Mammogram first, specialist second and then MRI last. I’m so incredibly grateful for my friends that have volunteered to shuttle my kids and especially for Geri. She is getting up Bondi early to take them to school and of course, it’s Thursday. Emilia has ballet. Not an easy day like M/W/F but it has to be on a ballet day! Ha! She’s excited for the challenge and my kids are stoked to have their actual favorite person watch them. Owen even suggested that I could stay in Birmingham for like two weeks if I needed to. (He totally loves me.)

I will gladly accept any and all good vibes today and Thursday. If I’m being honest, I’m afraid for Thursday. Not for the tests themselves. I mean a mammogram certainly won’t be FUN, and sitting in a tube for 45 minutes listening to a disjointed symphony won’t be FUN either but I’m terrified for the results. My cousin was my age when she was diagnosed with breast cancer. There’s this voice in the back of my head telling me it could be and it’s getting progressively louder the closer to Thursday we get.

If all goes well on Thursday, I am hoping to schedule my surgery for early September. There are a few reasons for my desire to schedule it so ‘far’ out and most have to do with my kids. It’s almost summer vacation already. I mean, I just paid for my kids’ dance recital costume! It’s happening faster than I can imagine. I don’t want to spend my kids’ entire summer stuck in a recliner. (Also, that’s something I’ll get to shop for in the future, apparently it’s the most comfortable place to sleep after mastectomy!) I want to be able to take them to the pool, or the beach, or miniature golfing. Or be able to drive them to the store for food. I know my recovery is going to be kind of intense. It just makes the most sense to me to wait until then. I know Barry will help as much as possible and I have a hood full of people willing and wanting to help. I also want to be able to rest and recover and that just isn’t happening with my kids home. If the flu showed me anything, it’s that when they’re home mama doesn’t rest.

Thanks for reading and I am accepting good vibes from now until eternity 🙂


  1. I say go for it! So worth it. And good for you for searching for the place that best suits what you need. I went to California so I could get it done awake, because that is what I needed! Most people wouldn’t want to be awake, but they were the best at that, so like you, I went for the best! I hope your insurance helps.

    1. Ok, I replied after watching your stories and I didn’t fully read your post; I didn’t realize this was for reconstruction after mastectomy. Mine was just elective, so doesn’t even compare. Just wanted to add to my previous post.

      1. That’s awesome! It’s definitely important to go to where you feel comfortable! Luckily it’s looking like insurance will pay for the majority of it due to the medical necessity! Looking at the silver lining and my soon to be bangin’ bod!

  2. Love you and am praying for you and sending all the vibes I can muster up. You truly are a badass, girl. So proud of you and your courage to fight this demon. <3

  3. Love you and am praying and sending all the good vibes I can muster up. You are truly a badass in every sense of the word. I am so proud of your courage to fight this demon head on and I am rooting for you every single step of the way. <3

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