Dear friends,
The date of my surgery is set for July 28th. With surgery officially scheduled, this last leap of faith toward fully healed recovery is officially scary.
In addition to digesting the imminent reality of this dual surgery, all of the logistics accompanying this gynormous step toward healing from the inside out sees my need for peace and quiet maximizing while the impact of surgery’s nearness sinks in. When it comes to thoughts, reactions and even encouragement offered by loved ones, I can see myself engaging in discussions with Will and our sons but no one else until a whale of courage has been mustered and fortified. And how will I know when a natural sense of readiness is mine? Just as with every crises in the past, I have faith in my power of intuition giving me a sign.
One last infusion of chemo as well as lots of tests and studies will take place at Mayo before we fly to Houston on July 21st, where additional studies, labs, appointments with cardiac surgeon and thoracic surgeon followed by three days of quarantine (following Covid test) will precede my being admitted for back-to-back surgeries.
In addition to digesting the imminent reality of this dual surgery, all of the logistics accompanying this gynormous step toward healing from the inside out sees my need for peace and quiet maximizing while the impact of surgery’s nearness sinks in. When it comes to thoughts, reactions and even encouragement offered by loved ones, I can see myself engaging in discussions with Will and our sons but no one else until a whale of courage has been mustered and fortified. And how will I know when a natural sense of readiness is mine? Just as with every crises in the past, I have faith in my power of intuition giving me a sign.
One last infusion of chemo as well as lots of tests and studies will take place at Mayo before we fly to Houston on July 21st, where additional studies, labs, appointments with cardiac surgeon and thoracic surgeon followed by three days of quarantine (following Covid test) will precede my being admitted for back-to-back surgeries.
Though my spirit remains strong that doesn’t mean I’m not shaking in my boots. And with that said, when it’s time to pack, I’ll leave those boots at home, being that I plan to fly toward the future—goggled, gloved, masked, face shield protectively in place—on the wings of courage and hope—my heart, mind and spirit fully stoked with your loving support.
And you can bet your boots that, packed within my suitcase, will be my Superman jammies!
And you can bet your boots that, packed within my suitcase, will be my Superman jammies!
This is what we’ve been working toward, over these past six grueling months— a pair of accomplished oncologists and a pair of brilliant surgeons, who developed this procedure, saying—it’s a go!
And with three appointments at Mayo, tomorrow, I plan to rest up, today, since I’d been in need of a blood transfusion—yesterday. More about that when next we meet.
Wherever you may be, my love is hugging all of you close, 🙋🏻♀️❤️🌈🌻Annie
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