Status: Stable

I’ve had a few friends message to see how I’m doing. Or to ask what’s next. Truth is it’s just a waiting game at this point. Surgery is scheduled for 9/11. I’m heading to New Orleans to meet my surgeons on 4/9. (also Jana and I are going to eat pretty much ALL of the beignets in NoLa, sorry, not sorry)
I have my next set of scans scheduled for 8/8. MRI, mammogram with u/s and another appointment with Julie (remember I say her name with a billion heart eyes).  I’m in a really weird place where I don’t want to lose weight, I mean who doesn’t want to lose like 5-10 lbs but I might need those LBs for my boobs! But i do want to exercise so my body is strong and powerful and capable of healing. It’s weird. I’m really just trying to focus on balance with food and exercise and not on the scale. And my clothes still fit and I get to eat ice cream from Blue Mountain Creamery so it’s a win. I’m finding that there are certain foods that cause me to be irritable and short tempered and I am trying to avoid them as much as possible.

It’s been a slight adjustment to me working 3 days a week. I LOVE working! I feel productive and appreciated and capable. And when I come home? My kids are stoked to see me. It’s a win-win. Trying to find a scheduling balance with meal planning, LuLaRoe, and my kids’ activities has been the biggest challenge with this new chapter. Instead of Tuesday/Thursday being our busy night it’s now Monday/Friday with Tues/Thurs following close second. Finding quick and nutritious dinners for those 4 nights is my new reality. Or there’s always pizza, right?

This weekend, FancyPants knocked into Emilia and caused her to split her lip on the counter. We think that’s what happened. It’s either that or a werewolf. She needed three stitches to close up the laceration. It wasn’t wide as much as it was deep and it was right on her lip. We’ve been talking a little about stitches and how she’s the first kid to have them. I made a comment about having to have stitches after my surgery and of course she asks what kind of surgery I’m having. I didn’t know what to say! How do you explain to a five year old what’s going to happen without scaring the daylights out of her? I mean if think about it too much I get freaked out. I’m grateful for the technology available to give me the option of being prophylactic at this but I still don’t know how to explain it to my littlest baby. It’s still surreal to be thinking about this huge surgery but I know it’s what I need to do.

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