Shit gets real. Here we go.

If you're from SoCal you know what this is. (Thanks Wesly!)

Not much more to say than that. I have had my coffee and pounded water and now it is 5:30 am and this is my cutoff time for taking in any more fluids.

Last night, lying in bed, I realized that the surgery still seems unreal, what overwhelms me most is what comes after because there is so much unknown and the surgery is the first step into that. Surgery is where we get to real staging: has the cancer spread? Do I need radiation? It's also when we send the tumors out for the Oncopanel score to determine whether I need chemo (NO CHEMO NO CHEMO NO CHEMO). So while I hope today is the end of this, it opens the door to so much more in many ways, and that's the scary part. Lose the boobs? Fine. (The radiation half-lives out at 24 hr so I'm only a superhero for a few more hours anyway.) The great unknown after? Scary.

So here I go. Wish me luck. If you haven't been following along, I come home Friday sans boobs, and ideally sans cancer, as I've opted for the double mastectomy. 

See you on the flat side.