Here we are – two years from the date our whole world shifted.
The good news – life is feeling more and more normal every day.
I’ve made it through some of the roughest times in my life — physically, mentally and emotionally. I’m still standing.
On the day of Jenny’s sixth surgery – a reconstructive surgery that we believe will be her last — I sent an email update to a group of friends and family. My note said that she was out of surgery.
In the email, I said that I was going to post my notes from the day later, but I shared Jenny’s pre-surgery thoughts in case they had not read that yet. If you remember, the night before the surgery Jenny was writing about having a lot to celebrate, something she was contemplating after meeting so many people that she feels a connection with throughout this journey.
This is pretty awesome. Grateful for the laugh today!
We’ve passed Day No. 3 since the surgery. Jenny’s getting by.
She’s able to get up and get around, so in that sense, she’s doing very well.
But she’s not feeling great. She’s tired. She hurts. It’s hard for her to get comfortable. She feels like she’s in a fog.
Jenny and I are in Houston for another surgery. If you missed her pre-surgery post, you can read it here.
This surgery should be the last time they need to open her up. We hope we are done with No. 6. With this surgery, they are swapping out the expander they had in place after the surgery in Feb. They are also doing fat grafting on each side to complete the process and make sure the implants are surrounded by tissue.
We think this is the last surgery, but the doctors say they often will do more fat grafting in months/years to come as everything settles into place. They call it serial grafting. It’s a thing. All that is up to Jenny.
I’m all set for surgery tomorrow. Dr. Kronowitz has literally drawn his “plan” all over my body with Sharpie pen. I love having my fat pockets highlighted with blue Sharpie.
Especially on the night of my 14th wedding anniversary.