Do you want the good news or the bad news next?
OK. Well, we're going to go with the bad news, because you're the reader, and you can't really answer me. So, I called my boss to let her know what was happening. She told me, "You might as well not come back." Compassion? Oh yeah. I understand that my illness has caused a lot of extra work for others at work, but I promise you that I did not twist my boob sideways on purpose, and if I could put it back, I most definitely would. She did back down a bit and told me to just wait to come back until after Winter Break so that I don't disrupt the classroom any more than I already have. Almost compassionate. Made me feel like a big ol' log of poo poo, but oh well. What can I do? I have learned that I have to let go of things that are out of my control.
Whew! Now, that the crappy stuff is out of the way, here's the good news. I called my doctor. He is going to see me this week, but I have to travel to Valenica. We will schedule a pretty simple surgery. It's outpatient. It will most likely happen the second week of December. He will cut boobarea open where my mastectomy scar is, pull my expander back into place, and stitch me up. Not a big deal. It only puts my reconstruction surgery off a month, because I won't be able to do fills in December due to the danger of popping my stitches.
I sincerely hope that all of my readers will pray for me that I will be able to pay my bills and find a new job that will allow me to heal and make a difference in the world. That's all I've ever wanted . . . to make a difference. I have been so blessed by this whole experience that I know in my heart that I am being set on a path that will lead me to where I belong. Everything happens for a reason. Pray that the perfect opportunity opens up. I thank you so much for all you have done for me throughout the past year and a half! Really! You cannot even begin to imagine how much each of you means to me.
Much love to all!