After my cancer surgery, I was waiting for another shoe to drop. Maybe I felt I got off too easy, since I didn't need chemotherapy. Maybe I was still beating myself up for whatever mistake(s) I might have made that led to the cancer.
Anyway, last month, there was a shoe. I hope it is the last for a long time. I decided to have a hysterectomy, mostly to prevent other kinds of cancer I could be more vulnerable to (the Angelina Jolie plan), and also to deal with a fibroid problem. This was supposed to be very easy, laparoscopic, minimally invasive. Except. There were complications, as they say. I won't go into details here, but instead of a two-hour procedure, I was on the table for over ten hours. I was in the hospital for two days, and then came home for a much longer and more uncomfortable recovery than I was expecting.
I'm now about 2/3 through that recovery, feeling better every day. I've been working, taking walks, and pounding out a series of especially creepy short stories.
But I'm going to postpone the breast reconstruction surgery I had scheduled for June. And I have about had it with what has become my mantra: "It could have been worse."
So here's a better mantra, I think:
