posted on the Breast Health Online forum
Tomorrow is my
went to the bank and got a cashier's check drawn for $43,897,621 to
surgeon's fees. (I've already warned all three of the Tots that The
Bank of America is closed for the remainder of the decade, if not the
remainder of their collective lifetimes.)
In the meantime, I'm hoping that David can come with me to
the appointment tomorrow. Right now it's sort of up in the
air -- things are nuts at the newspaper office, as usual --
think it would be helpful to us both if
he were there at least for the Q&A, mainly because
right now it
looks like he is my go-to guy for aftercare. At one point we
were thinking about flying Daughter #1 down from TicTac to take care of
me for the first few days after the surgery, but she's just started a
new job -- at a hospital, ironically -- and can't afford the time off.
Plus the airfare is a little beyond my budget at the moment.
(See: Mommy Bank of America/Closed for Decade.) I
don't have any other family living nearby. Most of my best
girlfriends live at least forty Zip Codes away. My nice
mother-in-law, a retired RN, has offered to come and help if we need
her, but ... I dunno ... there's something about the idea of
sucking goo out of my boobs that is ever-so-slightly off-putting,
fainted in the surgeon's office.
to leave the room when "Nip/Tuck" comes on.
loves me more than anything on earth but who still can't bring
to touch a 23-year-old C-section scar.
to be my nursemaid. AND my chauffeur, AND my chef, AND my
laundry maid, AND my personal trainer. And I'm thinking that
the more David knows what to expect, immediately after the surgery, the
better it would be for both of us.
to throw a rock?