Despite the fog of anesthesia

I must be getting old or something, but it seems I just don't shake off anesthesia like I used to... I say with all of my two and half months' worth of experience with such things... It's been another slow day for me, as I am still trying to dispel the fog caused by all of those drugs that my favorite sleep man used to put me out of my misery while Dr. K "revised" his previous work. I've never had lingering effects of the procedure this long after the surgery before, but this may well be due to the double whammy I put my poor body through last week. 

So it was another day of taking it slow. The day's main entertainment consisted of trip to my boob man's office for my first post-surgical appointment with him. He was quite happy and pronounced the revised work "perfect." So I am ecstatic that I not only get to shower again (sponge baths only take a girl so far...), but that I also get to ditch the "sexy" surgical bra they fixed me up with. That thing is so huge, uncomfortable, and it sticks out from whatever you wear above it that I just couldn't wait to ditch it. Ah, soft and non-pinching undergarments... I so enjoy the little luxuries in life these days! Going through illness and surgeries like this sure has taught me valuable lessons about being grateful for the little things in life and not to take them for granted.

The next few days will be devoted to further recovery so I will be ready for my first round of chemo on Thursday, and to helping my mom prepare for her departure on Wednesday. I just hope that her flight will be safer than that of the unfortunate Air France flight from Rio to Paris that was lost today. My hearts go out to the families of the people that perished in that horrible accident. 

In a way I am very lucky that all I have is an illness. At least I have a chance to fight this, and to win the war against this cancer. Battles are never easy, but it is the promise of victory that makes them worthwhile. Based upon the few bits of information we have at this point, the poor people on the Air France flight, however, never really had a fighting chance to win their battle. What a tragedy that so many lives were extinguished so cruelly. I cannot even begin to fathom the pain these families must feel. 

But even through my fog of anesthesia I can see quite clearly that I am lucky indeed because I have been given a fighting chance -- yet another thing to for which I am grateful.