My Next Surgery

My next surgery will be happening sometime in February. It was supposed to happen in March. It is not a big deal, really, it will be a 2 hour out-patient scenario in which my plastic surgeon will take the next step in my reconstruction by removing my expanders and putting in the "permanent" implants. (They are permanent for 10-15 years, thus the quotation marks.)

It was originally scheduled for March, but then the doctor's office called me, and it seems the implant company had a flub-up with paperwork. The product itself is fine, but the FDA is insisting the company stop production on that particular implant until the paperwork is filed appropriately. Makes me a little nervous? Yes, but they insist the product is fine. Because I am doing a complete reconstruction (as opposed to an enhancement), this particular implant is suggested for me. So, Mark and I decided to go ahead.

Perhaps it because of the flu, or the stress of our move, or the stress of selling our old house, but moving the date closer makes me want to cry. March seemed so comfortable and so far away. I had a little breathing room. February, not so much. And, though it is outpatient, I will come home with drains in.

On a happier note, my sister-n-law just had her expander-implant exchange, and for the first time in my recollection, she had no major setbacks from the anasthesia!! God is good! (She also said it is pretty painful. Rats.)

However, God IS Good. This will be fine. We will get to catch our breath sooner or later. Perhaps this is the endurance phase for us, and we will come out strengthened. Lord, please be faithful to that end, and all the other wonderful, "more than can be imagined" ends that You can offer. Amen.