I felt an incredible sense of support on Sunday when all my Knitter friends threw me a goodbye party for my boobs. We did a casting of my chest, and I'm excited to see that my guy is showing interest in painting it. He's a wonderful artist, and I can't wait to see what he comes up with.
Some folks have taken a little while to come around about this surgery stuff, and some have been very understanding right from the start, but I think we're all on the same page now. I'm starting to be anxious to get this over with. At least the initial surgery. I feel like I've thought through every detail and planned as well as anyone could given the number of variables inherent to this type of thing. Work has been putting the screws to me a bit, and I'm looking forward to a vacation-as odd as it will be.
I've got my bag all packed and I'm finalizing the knitting projects that will come with. The moving is going well, and there will hopefully be a furniture moving session on Monday-bringing me closer to being out of my apartment. It is starting to look rather bare. I feel like this portion of my life is wrapping up and when I return to town, a new phase will begin. I'm rather optimistic about it-which is somewhat unlike me.
Dad's prostate treatment (seeding) will happen next Wednesday, and I'm hoping all goes very smoothly with him. I'll feel better about being obsessed with my own surgery when his is done. I guess mine is much more invasive, but still... He's my Pop and I want to be as supportive and available as possible.
My theme song has been "You can't always get what you want, but you get what you need." So, so true...
19 days and counting...Fuck, this is going to be tough.
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