14. The One with the Mastectomy Part 2
It has been a hot minute since I last posted. I went and got a boyfriend and a certificate in Persuasive Leadership. In that order. But I am ready to take us through the last of the attempted death by body part story. Last time we left off with me at the hospital getting ready for the mastectomy and reconstruction. The nurse loaded me into a wheel chair for a final trip down to the basement to have that oh so helpful radiologist inject dye into the boob to light the way (RIP Lefty). At this point we were running an hour behind the expected schedule because something had come up for the surgeons. Which was fine by me. I wasn't wearing a watch or looking at my phone intentionally. Time should not matter in that type of situation. It was out of my control and I was giving it over to the people who knew what they were doing. We were met in the basement from a very petite Hispanic woman who took over control of the wheel chair. In the ride from door to machine she told me that she was ...