Yes, Hi. I'll Take Another Mastectomy and a Blood Transfusion, Thanks!
I was not in a good way last week . This Monday didn't help (does it ever? What a jerk.) We kicked things off with my (super genius) plastic surgeon. He filled us in on some things. Like the terrible (but super genius) stuff he is going to do to my body. Paul: "I don't know if it's my super low hemoglobin or the description of your surgery, but I felt really lightheaded in that appointment." You and me both, dude. I don't do gore. Put on an episode of Game of Thrones and I see maybe 20%. The rest I mostly spend with my face covered, shrieking, "no no no no no no no no no stop stop stop stop stop stop." But surgeons don't mind talking about blood and muscle and great green globs of greasy grimy gopher guts. It's their thing. They like it. And thank God they do. I'll spare you the parts that had my head spinning. Basically, this is what's going down on Monday September 11th: My surgical oncologist will remove the implant in my right...