Oh by gosh by golly. That is the very best expression I have to explain my current feels. The Monday vibes.
Because… it’s a go.
Ohbygoshbygolly. I mean. It’s here and it’s actually gonna happen.
I’ve been essentially cleared for takeoff. Someone could still look at my X-ray tomorrow and have a different opinion. But it sounds like, I can finally feel almost fairly certain that I can say “out with the Tempa-tits” and “in with the foobs!”
By X-ray, my pneumonia appears to have cleared up. That means that after finishing chemo on January 29th, 2016, to having my 34th bday/bonboobvage party on February 22, to a double mastectomy on February 25, 2016, finishing up 28 rounds of radiation on June 1, completing a sinus surgery in October, and then, getting through the stomach flu and pneumonia… after 9 months with expanders holding my boob skin ajar… mama B is getting her foobs! And I didn’t get excited until today because I think..: I’m almost certain… it’s actually gonna happen.
On Thursday morn, I will check into Village Pointe Aesthetic Surgery where Dr Perry Johnson and co will take out my expanders and replace them with silicone implants. I am getting silicone because I don’t have any muscle or really anything left inside my breasts to cover the implant other than skin. So, with silicone, there is less issue with rippling. And, I will be getting a sort of tear drop shape to give my Foobs the best shot at staying put.
I can’t believe. I’m here. When I first talked with my nurse navigator, (aka Angel) Deb, at Nebraska Medicine, it was September of 2015. She and I discussed the process. We discussed all the steps. And we discussed that, best case scenario, it would be about a year of my life. A year of Stuff. And things. Procedures. Drugs. Toxins. Laser Beams. Burns. Cutting. Healing. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
And now we’re here. It’s not about the Foobs. Or the filling in my bra. It’s about this being, for awhile, the last big thing.
There is still stuff to be done. Obviously. There’s Aromasin daily. Lupron monthly. Labs every three months. Check-ins with Dr Thayer. Dr Tandra. Dr Wahl. MRI and bone scans every year. This surgery won’t close the books on cancer in my life. But I’m hoping it will close the biggest chapter that cancer is gonna get in the Ashli Brehm book of life.
So. Forward to the foobs. Every day is a new day. Barring anything crazy, I think we can count our chickens… I think. And after Thursday, my cups will runneth over. With implanted boobs. Just in time for Christmas. And ready to ring in 2017.
