I had all these things to write about last night … but instead, I read bedtime stories to my children. I sang to my littlest, his special song, and We Shall Overcome, which I have sung as a lullaby to each of them for years. (Part of my heritage of growing up in Mississippi in the 1970s, I suppose.) I read to my oldest; I told him his favorite story (about the day he was born), and I snuggled him close. When he didn’t sleep, I brought him in to our bed and tucked him in gently. He finally went to sleep as his Daddy and I read our books and waited for sleep to find us.
And now, the day of surgery has arrived. I’m heading off to the hospital now. I’ll check in, have an IV put in, see my surgical oncologist one last time, and then the anesthesia. There will be a long surgery, some recovery, and then I’ll be okay. I will be okay.
For updates, check back here or over at Stimeyland. Stimey has agreed to post that I’m okay once she hears from WonderDaddy.
We’re also going to Twitter for as long as we can this morning, and then again from the hospital when I’m able. To view Twitter updates, look over to the right on my sidebar; the most recent will be posted over there automatically.
Thank you for all your comments yesterday. Keep ’em coming. WonderDaddy is going to login and read them to me as a bedtime story after my surgery. And it will be so nice to be reminded that once again, even alone in a hospital room, even recovering from a double mastectomy, even struggling with inflammatory breast cancer, I am not alone.