The Reconstruction Era – Part 7a

From the first moment my wife discovered she had breast cancer, there was a deafening silence from the men I know. Even ones whose wives, mothers or girlfriends had breast cancer seemed to have received a gag order from some Central Cancer Command and did little more than mumble about the experience. Not one to shut up for any known reason, I started this blog…

“It appears that the next event is breast reconstruction!”

After the leaky expander (http://breastcancerreaper.blogspot.com/2013/09/round-two-random-thoughts-on-breast.html), the doctor decided that she would move up the surgery to replace the expanders with gel implants.

That will be on Wednesday, four days hence.

Unlike the first surgery which was an horrendous, frightening, painful, and nightmarish experience; this seems much calmer. While still immensely painful for my wife, I feel no compulsion to gather forces around us in order to marshall support. My daughter and I will be there that day and will keep the world apprised of events, but it seems so…anticlimactic. My wife goes in for surgery in the morning, that night we’ll bring her home.

So I’m going to postpone writing about the surgery until it’s done and post on Wednesday night.

Until then, we would of course covet your prayers. As with ANY major surgery, there are always small risks. We’d appreciate spiritual support in that way.

So, until Wednesday, I bid you adieu.

Image: http://cache1.asset-cache.net/gc/83637813-people-in-waiting-area-of-hospital-with-gettyimages.jpg?v=1&c=IWSAsset&k=2&d=ZjZVikVJYWW3m4qRiBY%2FrHTGKVbp%2B6aB40ge7oBHg62UOW2SqBPBz%2FJ4sNWFa3f4