Surgery

Both my daughters are at camp right now. For two weeks, Jon and I have the house to ourselves. This has never happened before. I’ve heard about other people getting to experience the bliss of having an “empty nest” over the summer for a few weeks, and now it’s our time.

What should we do?

We could sleep late, skip work, and lie in bed all day having sex.
We could walk around our house without wearing clothes, order in dinner, and binge watch Netflix, which you already know we adore.
We could go out every night, eat at all the places we never get to enjoy, and get so drunk we have to take a cab home.

But, we won’t do any of these things.

Because nothing says “Enjoy the time you have when your kids are at camp,” as much as a scheduled hysterectomy.

Yep. You read that right.

I’m checking myself in, and having an elected, Angelina moment. While it’s not something I have to do, the research shows that people who had the type of breast cancer I had, which was estrogen caused, will benefit from saying goodbye to their lady parts. And since it’s a laproscopic procedure, the recovery time is suppose to be minimal.

It seemed like the best time to do this was while the kids were at camp. I’m hoping when they get back, I’ll be my cute, perky, self again.

But if I’m being honest, I’m really not very excited about this. I finally feel “normal” again, after everything I’ve been through over the past year and a half, and it does scare me a bit, to have to do this. I also know that I’ve been incredibly agressive in my treatment choices, and this is the last thing I can do.

So why wouldn’t I do it?

It just feels strange doing something you don’t HAVE to do. Something I don’t really want to do. But as I tell my kids, “That’s life.”

Don’t worry, I’ll still be writing and posting, and hoping that the pain meds I take don’t cause me to write things I might regret.

But if they do, maybe I’ll have an excuse.