Actually… it’s gonna get fake. I’m ok with that.
We are down to the 3 1/2 weeks left mark. The closer we get to that day? The more anxiety I’ve got. But, equally… just as excited.
I’ve tried to mentally prepare myself with watching as many personal documentaries and reading personal stories as I can fit in my schedule. But we know how that goes. You think you’re ready ..until you made it, and then you’re still not ready even when you’re already finished.
In just over 3 weeks, I will no longer have my breasts. Which honestly, is fine with me. I’ve always said they’d be the first to go if I ever found out I had breast cancer. And I’ve never been well endowed in that department so maybe that’s why I feel like it doesn’t bother me so much. I MIGHT miss the nipples, but that’s about it. I’m choosing the non-nipple sparing surgery because I don’t want to deal with more scarring than I have to.
(Plus, how many people can say they are going to have heart shaped rainbows as nipples #tattoogoals)
Right now, I really just want it over with and healed so I can work on getting THAT scarring all tattooed up… but alas Rome wasn’t built in a day. And neither are we.