Finally, I am back. I couldn't figure out how to get back on my blog. The good news is that IT IS ALL OVER and I am going to the surgeon on Thursday to see about reconstruction. I have Bill Clinton to thank for this because he signed the bill that told insurance companies that they not only had to pay for breast reconstruction after a mastectomy they had to pay for the other one to get a lift. If I am lucky I will come out of this with 2, 20 year old breasts (they don't reconstruct any other kind, why would they?) and a tummy tuck as they sometimes use the tissue from the stomach area to make the new one. Who would have thought that one could come out of this and be not only okay and cancer free*but get a new body too.

*The interesting thing about all this is that I didn't have cancer. I had DCIS which are weird cells that maybe could become cancer. There were dead cells around the duct which means my body was fighting it off. I wanted to take no chances and called in the big guns. I don't regret it at all. One doctor described DCIS like this: It is like a bunch of teenagers drunk and out of control but they haven't got into the car yet. It works for me.