Ready for Reconstruction

Rome wasn’t built in a day, and unfortunately, neither was my chest. I have been waiting for over a year for this week to finally arrive! Yesterday, I had my pre-op appointment with my highly-skilled, intelligent, and witty plastic surgeon, Dr. Kapp. We gave each other a big hug before we bid each other farewell. The anticipation and excitement really started to set in when I exclaimed, “See you next week!”. The next time we will see each other I will be in a gown, donning an IV (and hopefully, being pumped full of goodies).

My plastic surgeon has become more of a friend over the past year, and I have his personal cell phone number. We don’t hang out when I’m not visiting him in his office, but there is a mutual understanding that our relationship is very important. I trust him. I think it is very important for folks to have a good relationship with their doctor(s). Not all doctors are created equal, and not all doctors have the same bedside manner. I prefer my doctors to have a sense of humor, as much as I expect them to have a sense of compassion.

Back to Rome…

When I think about my reconstruction, I think about The Colosseum in Rome, Italy. It has been battered over it’s 1,900+ years of existence, but it has mostly survived. I wonder how long the architects who designed it thought it would remain standing. It has seen a lot of changes over almost two millennium. A lot of blood, sweat, and tears were put into creating something so massive – and magnificent. It has inspired generations of builders and architects, and now, it has inspired a single woman in 2016.

I feel like The Colosseum, and I too, have seen a lot of changes. I didn’t think I was going to survive as well as I did, but here I am, battered – but still standing. A lot of blood, sweat, and tears went into getting to this point. It may sound cliche, but I almost feel like a gladiator in my own mind, waiting to step in the arena for what might be my last battle. I view the last year and two months as my training period, and now I’m strong enough – with my doctor’s help – to take on the lions.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do…

1 Comment

  1. Mom

    ? love it…. It’s been quite the journey and you’re finally there !! Love you !!

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