I seem to notice many things...
in the hallways leading to the dance.
I notice, equipment, and the hallways lights, others waiting in there rooms...and the feeling's of being in these hallway's.
All sounds and senses seem to be heightened. The coolness of the surgery room and my name on a chalk board. How skinny the surgery table is and the big light's..
Then I am under and gone. Missing hours I will never know.
The dance with the surgeon took longer then expected. The one hour dance turned into 2 1/2 hours. Learning the Tango is never easy! ile emoticonor as the surgeon put it, It was more complicated then we exspected.
There is a lil metal chip that has been left in my right breast. I casually ask her again if this will give me super power's? I mean really..why not?
The incision is bigger then the norm, but not bad. The pain meds are wonderful without the loopiness I expected...in fact I have done well with all the drugs.
smile emoticon It seems the right breast has danced a marathon but it will heal.
The results will be in sometime next week... I believe the dance isn't over yet. And I am ok with that... for I love the steps I am learning...steps and twirls and movements I would have never known.
I know without a doubt this lil journey is teaching me more! I always love to dance!!! smile emoticon