This week has been an intense one. After the shock of receiving my surgery date quite mundanely on the Thursday before Mr B left for his work trip, I quickly reverted to my trusty coping mechanism - PLANNING.
I rallied friends to help me pick the boys up from school, one to take them to school on the surgery date, my sister to be home as a contingency & Taxis to drive me about for the week.
I agonised over asking friends to pitch in, I’m someone who grew up having to sort her shit out by herself so relying on others doesn’t come naturally, I lamented to geographically distant friends about my conundrum, my fear of appearing to take liberties but they rightly assured me that I should ask.
I’m so glad I did because the response was amazing and a MASSIVE weight off my shoulders. I felt so loved.
The actual date came, Tuesday. Everything ran with Miltary precision. The taxi was on time, We dropped the boys en route to the hospital and I was at the reception desk with 5 mins to spare.
A very smiley nurse informed me she would be caring for me and we settled into the pre-assessment checks. This was when I noticed the wrong breast written on the front of the booklet. I anxiously queried it. She went to get the Surgeon who spoke to me and it turned out there was some confusion.
The breast I needed focus on was a bigger operation so it was decided to book me in for that. I wish the letters they sent had more information on it so I could’ve spotted it much earlier.
In the mean time, I breathed a sigh of relief as I wasn’t looking forward to solo parenting my two rascals post surgery.
I cancelled all the support I had set up and eagerly looked forward to seeing my hubby at the weekend.
The time between Tuesday & Friday seemed to drag on. I got more and more fatigued, my pain levels increased and my tolerance decreased. But you know what, I made it.
I handled it all chronic illnesses & all.
My biggest takeaway from this week are 1) No Man is an Island & 2) I should never underestimate myself.
My life might be very different but I’m still the same badass on the inside and that mental resilience is needed more than ever.