We’ve been trying not to think about this week; now it’s finally here. Robin and Steve go to New York today. On Wednesday she’s scheduled for a few last tests; Thursday she will have the bilateral mastectomy and reconstruction in a ten hour operation. I’m going to New York on Wednesday and will stay with her for as long as she remains in the city. If you don’t remember the why of all this, you can read it here. For more info about the BRCA genes and mutations, just Google.
I don’t intend to write about Robin. It’s her story if she wants to tell it, I will write about my role and my reactions. I find it almost unbearable when she has to have something done to her. It’s much easier for me to deal with bodily invasions of my own, than watching her undergo anything. There was a bad appendicitis when she was ten, then awful oral surgery–all very difficult. I just keep my face under control. So I have been unhappy all last month and will continue at least until Thursday night when the surgery part will be over.
I’m almost all packed, paid all my bills, or argued about a couple of them. Nothing like calling the hospital and asking what the charge is all about. Stopped the mail and sent my orchid to a good home (it was given to me last week) and arranged with a neighbor for a ride to the bus tomorrow. I’ll try to keep blogging.