59 days to go

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I have two months left before the big day. Not that I'm counting or anything, but that leaves 59 days (if you don't count today or the day of surgery) before I go under the knife for the first time in my life.

I think the reality is starting to sink in. I'm looking forward to starting the recovery process and getting my life back. Woo hoo!

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LH said…
Hi Cassie,

I hope you had a good vacation. I took one two months before surgery - I felt like it was really good for my head.

It's hard (impossible) not to think about your upcoming surgery on a daily/hourly basis. It's a big step, but I'm sure you'll come through just fine. My first words in post op were "is it over???" I was soooo relieved to hear that it was.

The best advice I can offer you two months out is to work on your upper body strength. The better shape you're in pre-op, the better off you'll be in post-op. I also dropped about 5 lbs before the surgery to make it easier to lug myself around on crutches. I haven't a clue what I weigh right now. I'm still really swollen and I don't want to depress myself...

Try to stay as positive as you can. I wrote notes to myself and stuck them to my bathroom mirror. "I can do this" is what's there right now.

I know you can do it to!!!

best,
Laura
February 23, 2008
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