I went to my plastic surgeon’s office today for my first post-op visit. It didn’t go well. I knew it wouldn’t.
The skin around my incisions is dying, some is already dead. We are now doing wound care management, trying to save some of this fragile skin. At some point down the road, I will go back in to surgery to have the necrotic skin cut away. Hopefully enough will be left to allow reconstruction to resume as planned. If not, we will discuss other options.
Yes, I’m very blessed. Yes, I’m cancer-free. Yes, I’m a fighter. Yes, it could be worse.
But today…just for today…I’m incredibly sad.
I’m sorry, honey. I’m still praying for your healing. Try to have hope that it will all be well,
You are still here & vertical. What does not kill you makes you stronger. You can‘t rush healing.…things I have learned along my rocky path. You have an amazing husband, your faith & a lot of people lifting you up from miles away. ♥️
Keep in mind that old Simon & Garfunkel song "Turn Turn Turn, There is a season" I can't remember all the words, but it's in the Bible in one of those E sections like Ecleasties or Ephesians. Just remember there is a reason for everything. I've no doubt you will come out on the winning end of this fight.
Friend, I wish I were there to give you a very gentle hug. Maybe just a lean in shoulder hug. Either way, Trisha and I love you and will keep you in our thoughts and prayers. You're an incredible woman, which I have known for years, but this whole ordeal has proven what a bad bitch you truly are. And I mean that with all the love and respect that you hopefully know I hold for you.
Call anytime you need and you can just open the gates and let it out. I'll shut up and listen.
Love you. Proud to count you amongst my friends.
Thinking of you, always ❤️