I had an appointment with the plastic surgeon today. We are ready to schedule the mastectomy and reconstruction for early December. Hopefully, I'll have a date on Monday when I go back to the breast cancer oncologist. That will have me a week in the hospital, a week of pure hell at home, and then a couple of struggling weeks during which we'll celebrate Christmas. I'm really glad for working from home and cordless phones. I won't have to miss too much from work, and we'll be out from Christmas through New Years anyway.
I wonder if Vale Lipshy Hospital has wireless Internet, or at least a wired connection in the rooms? :)
On to the bad part of the day. The plastic surgeon said he doesn't want the hysterectomy to happen at the same time, and he would prefer if I go ahead and get it done now and have it healed well prior to the other surgery. We are planning to take the family to Indiana for Thanksgiving. In order to be well for that and feel good enough to enjoy it, that means hysterectomy in October.
That's a hospital visit (anywhere from 2-5 days, depending on how they do the surgery), then a 6-8 week recovery.
Two surgeries. Two hospital stays. Two recovery periods. Missing work for two periods of time.
I realized tonight, as I practiced tonight in class for our purple stripe test Thursday, that I will have to suspend my training for even longer and starting in a couple of weeks. It hit me that this may well be my last belt test for a good six months or so. I'm actually pretty dang sad about it.
When I had a good two months before surgery, I was keeping a pretty good handle on things and being 'positive'. The idea that I might have to have surgery in a few weeks AND in a couple of months hit me like a ton of bricks.
Thank God my 'talking doctor' (that's what Matthew calls our psychiatrist) upped my Zoloft, gave me an Ambien prescription, and said that we can even add back in Buspar if we need to. I'll need it.