Polly goes under the knife again!

This coming Friday I'll be going back to the operating room where I had my double mastectomy. Only this time when I wake up, I will have a new set of boobs! Yes, it is finally time to get these hard, uncomfortable tissue expanders out and replace them with a set of softer, perky but pliable saline implants. It just so happens that this Friday is also Mr. Pincushion's birthday. So his birthday present will be my new "ta-ta's!" Sorry, honey, they won't be double D's. In fact, I'm not sure what size they'll be. It depends upon how much room the surgeon has to work with when he opens me up. Kind of unnerving! I just hope they're nice looking.

I'm a little anxious about this procedure. Complications are fairly common with women who have radiated skin. And some of these complications can develop as much as six months later. I've heard first hand accounts of skin and incisions that didn't heal properly, and infections causing the implants to fail. Ugh.

I know I shouldn't worry about things that might happen; everyone's experience is different! All I can do is hope and pray for the best. If you're so inclined please send a prayer my way on August 3rd!