Tomorrow is my oophorectomy.
I haven't thought much about it until now. And now that it's right around the corner, I'm getting a bit anxious. I still hate anesthesia. I'm seriously considering writing letters to my family "just in case." I don't truly think I'll die during surgery, but I always know it's a possibility.
I hate having surgery and I'm really over them at this point.
But tomorrow, I'm eliminating my risk of developing ovarian cancer. And that makes me very happy.
People have been so kind. More and more, I'm letting people know a bit about what's going on. So many have offered prayers and well wishes. So many have offered to help with the kids, make meals for us, or do whatever they can to help. And for all of that, I am grateful.
This road started months ago. I had a major detour and some bumps along the way. But tomorrow is the first real, big step toward taking power over the BRCA1 mutation. And I can't wait.
