Saturday, April 16, 2011
Give me rules
I will break them
Give me lines
I will cross them
I need more than a truth to believe
I need a truth that lives, moves, and breathes
To sweep me off my feet
It ought to be
More like falling in love
Than something to believe in
More like losing my heart
Than giving my allegiance
Caught up, called out
Come take a look at me now
It's like I'm falling, oh
It's like I'm falling in love
Give me words
I'll misuse them
Obligations
I'll misplace them
'Cause all religion ever made of me
Was just a sinner with a stone tied to my feet
It never set me free
It's gotta be
CHORUS
...It's like I'm falling in love, love, love
Deeper and deeper
It was love that made
Me a believer
In more than a name, a faith, a creed
Falling in love with Jesus brought the change in me
Judgment
Ken and I are going to Arizona the first week in May. He has a "use it or lose it" leave policy at work so he had a week to use by the middle of May. Anyway, since I am originally from Arizona and still have a lot of family friends there, I sent out an email to everyone letting them know when we'd be there in case anyone had time to get together. In the past when I've done this, I've received several invitations to stay with friends and have never had to pay for a hotel.
The first surprise is that not a single family friend has offered us a place to stay. The two that I've stayed with on my most recent visits had valid excuses. One couple has been hit pretty hard financially and recently moved in with their daughter and son-in-law. The other has friends living with them right now because of financial issues so they don't have the room. Still, it surprised and disappointed me that of all of the people that I've known my whole life, who I consider FAMILY, not a single person offered us a place to stay. These are the same people who are always after me to come visit and bring my boyfriend so they can all meet him... We did get an offer for a place to stay a couple hours out of Phoenix (from a former pastor and his wife from Spokane). Oh well. Fortunately, we were able to find a very inexpensive vacation rental - cheaper than a hotel room)
The second surprise was an email from a long time family friend. She and my mother used to be very close and her oldest daughter was my best friend throughout elementary school. We even lived with them for a while after my parents divorced. She asked me how I am able to retain my "sexual purity" while traveling with my sweetheart. She told me that she just loves me and would ask her daughters the same question and that as Christians, we are called to encourage each other into doing what is right and good.
I have mixed feelings about this inquiry. First of all, I know she loves me, but I am not her daughter. She has been influential in my family and has been faithful in praying for my family in past situations as well as in the current drama. However, I feel very strongly that my actions and choices are not the business of anyone else. They are between me, God and whoever else is directly affected. I refuse to even talk to my own mother about my sex life. I responded that I remain strong in my faith and my relationship with God and thanked her for her love and concern. I know that didn't answer her question outright and I know she will come to her own conclusions because of that. I'm bummed to think that she may be disappointed in me, but at the end of the day, I will answer to God (and ONLY God) for my actions.
That email got me thinking about how all my life, I've been taught that sex before marriage is a sin. Even before I was married to my ex-husband, everyone thought it was their right to ask if I was having sex or if I was "staying pure" and resisting temptation. They treat premarital sex as a one-way street to hell. Of course, when someone did have a child out of wedlock, they huddled around that person and poured out love and help, and then patted themselves on the back for being such a good, loving Christian. I believe that a sin is a sin is a sin. I believe that we will all be judged for our sins, but that in God's eyes, they are all equal. This is why it drives me crazy that Christians harp on sex before marriage, but choose to ignore abuse, adultery, molestation and theft (especially within the church) and actively participate in gluttony, gossip, slander, judgment, covetousness, lies, idolatry and dishonor/disrespect (of their parents and others). They focus all their energy on certain sins without even realizing that they sin every day - sometimes by doing wrong and sometimes by simply NOT doing what is right.
Know what Jesus did when he met a woman who was living with her boyfriend and who had been married and divorced several times? He loved her. Know what Jesus did when he came upon a woman who was being charged with prostitution? He stood up for her and challenged her accusers, saying "he who is without sin, cast the first stone." One by one, they turned and left and Jesus picked her up, loved her and forgave her. He didn't judge her or tell her she was going to hell. He met her where she was and loved her in spite of her sins.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not here to condone promiscuity, but ultimately, the promiscuous person only hurts him/herself. Promiscuity and monogamous sex with the one you love are very different though. Why do we judge someone for how they choose to express their love and devotion in a healthy, respectful, loving and committed relationship and then when we find out that a man in the church has been beating up his wife and children or sleeping with his secretary, we put blinders on?
It is impossible to live a blameless life. It is impossible to NOT sin. We ALL fall short. We all have different struggles, challenges and vices. But when are we, as Christians, going to learn to stop pointing fingers and standing in judgment? When are we going to learn to LOVE as Christ loves? Only love will change a heart. Only the promise of forgiveness and grace gives us reason to get back up again when we fall.
The first surprise is that not a single family friend has offered us a place to stay. The two that I've stayed with on my most recent visits had valid excuses. One couple has been hit pretty hard financially and recently moved in with their daughter and son-in-law. The other has friends living with them right now because of financial issues so they don't have the room. Still, it surprised and disappointed me that of all of the people that I've known my whole life, who I consider FAMILY, not a single person offered us a place to stay. These are the same people who are always after me to come visit and bring my boyfriend so they can all meet him... We did get an offer for a place to stay a couple hours out of Phoenix (from a former pastor and his wife from Spokane). Oh well. Fortunately, we were able to find a very inexpensive vacation rental - cheaper than a hotel room)
The second surprise was an email from a long time family friend. She and my mother used to be very close and her oldest daughter was my best friend throughout elementary school. We even lived with them for a while after my parents divorced. She asked me how I am able to retain my "sexual purity" while traveling with my sweetheart. She told me that she just loves me and would ask her daughters the same question and that as Christians, we are called to encourage each other into doing what is right and good.
I have mixed feelings about this inquiry. First of all, I know she loves me, but I am not her daughter. She has been influential in my family and has been faithful in praying for my family in past situations as well as in the current drama. However, I feel very strongly that my actions and choices are not the business of anyone else. They are between me, God and whoever else is directly affected. I refuse to even talk to my own mother about my sex life. I responded that I remain strong in my faith and my relationship with God and thanked her for her love and concern. I know that didn't answer her question outright and I know she will come to her own conclusions because of that. I'm bummed to think that she may be disappointed in me, but at the end of the day, I will answer to God (and ONLY God) for my actions.
That email got me thinking about how all my life, I've been taught that sex before marriage is a sin. Even before I was married to my ex-husband, everyone thought it was their right to ask if I was having sex or if I was "staying pure" and resisting temptation. They treat premarital sex as a one-way street to hell. Of course, when someone did have a child out of wedlock, they huddled around that person and poured out love and help, and then patted themselves on the back for being such a good, loving Christian. I believe that a sin is a sin is a sin. I believe that we will all be judged for our sins, but that in God's eyes, they are all equal. This is why it drives me crazy that Christians harp on sex before marriage, but choose to ignore abuse, adultery, molestation and theft (especially within the church) and actively participate in gluttony, gossip, slander, judgment, covetousness, lies, idolatry and dishonor/disrespect (of their parents and others). They focus all their energy on certain sins without even realizing that they sin every day - sometimes by doing wrong and sometimes by simply NOT doing what is right.
Know what Jesus did when he met a woman who was living with her boyfriend and who had been married and divorced several times? He loved her. Know what Jesus did when he came upon a woman who was being charged with prostitution? He stood up for her and challenged her accusers, saying "he who is without sin, cast the first stone." One by one, they turned and left and Jesus picked her up, loved her and forgave her. He didn't judge her or tell her she was going to hell. He met her where she was and loved her in spite of her sins.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not here to condone promiscuity, but ultimately, the promiscuous person only hurts him/herself. Promiscuity and monogamous sex with the one you love are very different though. Why do we judge someone for how they choose to express their love and devotion in a healthy, respectful, loving and committed relationship and then when we find out that a man in the church has been beating up his wife and children or sleeping with his secretary, we put blinders on?
It is impossible to live a blameless life. It is impossible to NOT sin. We ALL fall short. We all have different struggles, challenges and vices. But when are we, as Christians, going to learn to stop pointing fingers and standing in judgment? When are we going to learn to LOVE as Christ loves? Only love will change a heart. Only the promise of forgiveness and grace gives us reason to get back up again when we fall.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Escape
Ken and I got back from vacation on Sunday and had a wonderfully relaxing time. We drove to Portland on Saturday (2/19) and stayed in some cheap hotel by the airport. I had heard about this place from my boss who heard about it from her friend's kid so we decided to check it out. Very cool spot and we definitely plan to stay in one of their rooms on a future Oregon trip. Several bars, a couple restaurants, a movie theater AND a hotel all in one... I highly recommend checking it out if you are ever in the area.
Sunday we drove to Lincoln City where we rented a beach cottage/guest house for a few nights. It wasn't exactly what we were expecting because the website we found it listed on showed pictures of the main house and the guest house together so our views, the cottage and the hot tub were different and we didn't find the vrbo listing until later. Even though it wasn't what we expected, the disappointment was short-lived and it really grew on us. We spent a few fantastic days walking the beach, taking a tour of the Tillamook Cheese Factory, checking out the Cape Meares lighthouse, relaxing in the hot tub and we even made it to the "secret beach" despite high winds, rain and even hail.
Wednesday, we traded the beach cottage for a cabin in the woods about 20 miles east of Coos Bay. We traded beach-combing for hikes; sea shells for pine cones; a hot tub for a sauna; ocean views for river views and waves for waterfalls. There was no internet access or cell service out there so that only added to the peace and relaxation. This "Below the Falls Lodge" was absolutely amazing! It was raining when we got there and it rained hard all night and into mid-morning. It finally let up and the clouds parted long enough for us to head up to Golden & Silver Falls State park and hike all the trails to both water falls. What beauty! I'll have to post pictures later. It started pouring rain as soon as we got back to the cabin and that soon turned to snow and it snowed and snowed and snowed. Lying in the hanging bed, watching the snow through the bay windows and sky lights was like being in a snow globe. Friday the snow and rain stopped and the sun came out so we took the opportunity to go for a little road trip down the rest of the southern Oregon coast and into California. We got to Crescent City, CA in time to see a beautiful sunset at Battery Point lighthouse and eat dinner before driving the 3 hours back in the dark. We spent Saturday inside, reveling in the beauty and peace and quiet. I'm so sad that this wonderful place is on the market. What I wouldn't give to be able to afford to buy it. I'd love to live there full time or even just keep it as a vacation rental and use it whenever I wanted. If you get the chance to stay there before it sells (apparently it's been on the market for a couple years already), DO IT!!! I'd love to go with a group of friends sometime.
All in all, this was a much-needed, much-appreciated escape. I've been so overwhelmed and feel like I've been teetering on my breaking point for a while, like everything is boiling just under the surface and any minute, I'm going to explode! I haven't been happy and everyone around me can sense that. It's all I can do to keep myself from snapping or even yelling at my employees, coworkers, boss, boyfriend, family members and even the strangers I see in public. I felt relaxed for the first time in a very long time and wish I could harness that feeling. But alas! It's back to the grind. Back to the pressures and stresses and drama that is my life.
Sunday we drove to Lincoln City where we rented a beach cottage/guest house for a few nights. It wasn't exactly what we were expecting because the website we found it listed on showed pictures of the main house and the guest house together so our views, the cottage and the hot tub were different and we didn't find the vrbo listing until later. Even though it wasn't what we expected, the disappointment was short-lived and it really grew on us. We spent a few fantastic days walking the beach, taking a tour of the Tillamook Cheese Factory, checking out the Cape Meares lighthouse, relaxing in the hot tub and we even made it to the "secret beach" despite high winds, rain and even hail.
Wednesday, we traded the beach cottage for a cabin in the woods about 20 miles east of Coos Bay. We traded beach-combing for hikes; sea shells for pine cones; a hot tub for a sauna; ocean views for river views and waves for waterfalls. There was no internet access or cell service out there so that only added to the peace and relaxation. This "Below the Falls Lodge" was absolutely amazing! It was raining when we got there and it rained hard all night and into mid-morning. It finally let up and the clouds parted long enough for us to head up to Golden & Silver Falls State park and hike all the trails to both water falls. What beauty! I'll have to post pictures later. It started pouring rain as soon as we got back to the cabin and that soon turned to snow and it snowed and snowed and snowed. Lying in the hanging bed, watching the snow through the bay windows and sky lights was like being in a snow globe. Friday the snow and rain stopped and the sun came out so we took the opportunity to go for a little road trip down the rest of the southern Oregon coast and into California. We got to Crescent City, CA in time to see a beautiful sunset at Battery Point lighthouse and eat dinner before driving the 3 hours back in the dark. We spent Saturday inside, reveling in the beauty and peace and quiet. I'm so sad that this wonderful place is on the market. What I wouldn't give to be able to afford to buy it. I'd love to live there full time or even just keep it as a vacation rental and use it whenever I wanted. If you get the chance to stay there before it sells (apparently it's been on the market for a couple years already), DO IT!!! I'd love to go with a group of friends sometime.
All in all, this was a much-needed, much-appreciated escape. I've been so overwhelmed and feel like I've been teetering on my breaking point for a while, like everything is boiling just under the surface and any minute, I'm going to explode! I haven't been happy and everyone around me can sense that. It's all I can do to keep myself from snapping or even yelling at my employees, coworkers, boss, boyfriend, family members and even the strangers I see in public. I felt relaxed for the first time in a very long time and wish I could harness that feeling. But alas! It's back to the grind. Back to the pressures and stresses and drama that is my life.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
I flew into Juneau last night. I'll be here for a little over a week caring for my 5 youngest siblings. They are in foster care with one of my adult siblings, but she and her family are on vacation for a few weeks. The vacation was booked and paid for several months before the kids were removed from my mother's custody. My little brother and his wife took the kids for the first week and will have them for almost another full week after I leave, but I was able to come up to relieve them for a while.
I got in later than expected last night so the kids just stayed another night with my brother and brought them over this morning. I had them for about two hours before OCS (Office of Children Services) picked them up for their supervised visitation with our mother. They should be returning any minute. I'm not really sure what to expect their mood to be when the get here. They were in good spirits this morning, but I've heard these visits sometimes stress them out. They were telling me stories this morning about experiences with mom that really disturb me.
I'm praying that my mother focus on getting healthy so she can get the kids back. She is capable of being a wonderful mother and I know this situation is probably harder on her than anyone. I hope she chooses to put the children's health and safety first. If anyone out there prays, please pray for my family.
In other news, it is always weird for me to be back in Juneau. This town is pregnant with memories that I can't escape. And it's colder than a witch's tit outside!
The kids have arrived so I must go... later.
I got in later than expected last night so the kids just stayed another night with my brother and brought them over this morning. I had them for about two hours before OCS (Office of Children Services) picked them up for their supervised visitation with our mother. They should be returning any minute. I'm not really sure what to expect their mood to be when the get here. They were in good spirits this morning, but I've heard these visits sometimes stress them out. They were telling me stories this morning about experiences with mom that really disturb me.
I'm praying that my mother focus on getting healthy so she can get the kids back. She is capable of being a wonderful mother and I know this situation is probably harder on her than anyone. I hope she chooses to put the children's health and safety first. If anyone out there prays, please pray for my family.
In other news, it is always weird for me to be back in Juneau. This town is pregnant with memories that I can't escape. And it's colder than a witch's tit outside!
The kids have arrived so I must go... later.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Return to Real Life
It hasn't been the easiest two weeks, but Ken has made it so much more bearable than it could have been. He has waited on me hand and foot and handled all of my post-op care. He emptied and recorded my drain tubes (not a pleasant task), made sure I took my pills on schedule, cooked for me, kept my water bottle full, drove me to my doctor appointments, brought me coffee, washed my laundry (even paying attention to my special-care clothing) and brought me anything I wanted or needed so I didn't have to get up. He made sure I was as comfortable as I could be at all times and took my doctor's orders very seriously and literally wouldn't let me do ANYTHING. And his constant encouragement and kind words have helped tremendously with the psychological and emotional parts of my recovery.
The road to recovery is long and I'm not there yet, but I have finally returned to the land of the living. I'm finally feeling steady enough to go for walks, take showers standing up, help out around the house and even drive. Restrictions were lifted as of this past Thursday, but I still wasn't ready to do many things. I think I just needed to get the pain pills out of my system. They did NOT make me feel good. They masked the pain for a while, but the side effects made me feel dizzy and sick to my stomach. Now I am taking Aleve for the pain and while I'm still in a good bit of pain, it is so nice to not feel like I'm going to vomit or faint at any given moment.
I return to work tomorrow so I must drive back to Spokane tonight. It's bittersweet. I've never had someone take such amazing care of me. I'm going to miss seeing Ken every day and being there when he gets off work. I really enjoy living alone, but it is sometimes too quiet and too lonely. On the other hand, I'm looking forward to getting back into a routine, being able to go out and do things and see friends. I've felt like I've been under house arrest or in quarantine for much of the last 2+ weeks. I hope I don't have too much to catch up on at work. There shouldn't be much because I wrote extensive notes and delegated all the daily tasks to others in the office. I just have this sneaky suspicion that I'll have to fix a lot of mistakes and do things that everyone else forgot about (or chose not to do). On top of that, I'll be training a new employee. I hired an accounting tech who starts my first day back. Should be interesting.
I feel so lucky to have Ken in my life. I know we'll return to our schedule of seeing each other a few days a week (weather permitting), but I just feel a little sad and miss him already. Two years ago today was our very first date and it's been a wonderful two years. I couldn't ask for a better man!
The road to recovery is long and I'm not there yet, but I have finally returned to the land of the living. I'm finally feeling steady enough to go for walks, take showers standing up, help out around the house and even drive. Restrictions were lifted as of this past Thursday, but I still wasn't ready to do many things. I think I just needed to get the pain pills out of my system. They did NOT make me feel good. They masked the pain for a while, but the side effects made me feel dizzy and sick to my stomach. Now I am taking Aleve for the pain and while I'm still in a good bit of pain, it is so nice to not feel like I'm going to vomit or faint at any given moment.
I return to work tomorrow so I must drive back to Spokane tonight. It's bittersweet. I've never had someone take such amazing care of me. I'm going to miss seeing Ken every day and being there when he gets off work. I really enjoy living alone, but it is sometimes too quiet and too lonely. On the other hand, I'm looking forward to getting back into a routine, being able to go out and do things and see friends. I've felt like I've been under house arrest or in quarantine for much of the last 2+ weeks. I hope I don't have too much to catch up on at work. There shouldn't be much because I wrote extensive notes and delegated all the daily tasks to others in the office. I just have this sneaky suspicion that I'll have to fix a lot of mistakes and do things that everyone else forgot about (or chose not to do). On top of that, I'll be training a new employee. I hired an accounting tech who starts my first day back. Should be interesting.
I feel so lucky to have Ken in my life. I know we'll return to our schedule of seeing each other a few days a week (weather permitting), but I just feel a little sad and miss him already. Two years ago today was our very first date and it's been a wonderful two years. I couldn't ask for a better man!
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Surgery Scheduled
After almost 10 years of wanting to do this, I am finally going through with it. I am getting a breast reduction!
Some say to "just lose weight." I am 5'10" and have been as heavy as 195 lbs and as light as 137 lbs. My breast size has never changed.
Some say to "build stronger back/neck/shoulder muscles" to alleviate the pain. I'm not body builder and I do admit that my upper body strength isn't anything to brag about, but I am healthy. I run, I lift weights, I stretch and the pain is ever-present.
I've gone to the chiropractor for 14 years and my "problem areas" are consistently the same year after year.
I know that they have recently made some changes to bra sizing, probably to make smaller breasted women feel better. In fact, I have a friend I've known since high school who has always been a solid B. She has not changed in appearance, weight or anything else, but now she buys a D cup. I have always fit into the DD - F range and now my bras are GG cup. I still have some older bras DDD that fit just fine, but even the "expert" who did my sizing in March and my surgeon both confirmed that bra sizing has changed.
At any rate, they are big. And although I am a curvy girl and tall and I've always been told I am well-proportioned, I want smaller breasts. I have to wear two bras when I run because I can't find a reasonably priced specialty sports bra in my size. I have grooves in the shoulders and chronic back and neck pain. Because of these health related issues, my insurance has approved the surgery.
That being said, I'm very anxious. I've never had major surgery and the only time I've been under general anesthesia was when I had my wisdom teeth removed. I had my pre-op appointments and hospital registration this past Tuesday. They asked if I had a last will and testament or a power of attorney. They asked if I want to be resuscitated and what next of kin would be authorized to make decisions about my life, death or health in the event I am not able to do so. I know these are standard questions, but it just hit me how real and how serious this is. I'm a little scared.
I'm also nervous for more emotional reasons. I feel as if I'll be having an amputation. These girls have been part of me for so long and although they've been a burden, they are still part of me. I asked my boyfriend the other day if he thinks I'll be disproportionate and he said yes!!! I know he's just being honest, but it really concerned me that maybe he wont think I'm sexy or that maybe I'll look really funny. Currently I am an hourglass and I'm afraid I'm going to be a pear. My butt is another thing that doesn't change no matter how much I exercise. Baby got back! They don't do "butt reductions" and liposuction is not an option. I'm also worried that they'll heal funny or be uneven or that the headlights will point in opposite directions (which is better than pointing down, I suppose). I'm worried that they'll take too much and leave me completely flat or take too little and it wont make a difference in the pain and will have been a waste of time and money.
I know the anxiety is normal. I just keep reminding myself that everyone I know who has had this surgery over the past 20 years has said their only regret is that they didn't get it done sooner. These are women of all different height/weight/proportions and body types. One gal who had hers done about 12 years ago said they turned out mangled. The surgeon did a horrible job and she didn't heal right. Even she said she'd do it all over again! When I think rationally, I know I wont regret it. The downside is that the surgery is painful and recovery will be kind of hard. I'll have drainage tubes in for 4 or 5 days and wont be able to sleep on my side for 2+ weeks or my stomach for 6 weeks. I wont be able to do any exercise for 6 weeks. On the bright side, a breast lift is part of the procedure so my ever-increasingly saggy girls will be perky once again! I get two weeks off work and I'm not allowed to do so much as lift a gallon of milk. They said no cooking, house cleaning, driving (sad), work of ANY sort for two weeks. I'll be forced to relax. Finally.
I just have to keep my eyes on the goal and all the reasons I really want to have the surgery. Back and neck pain will decrease considerably. Exercising will be easier. My golf swing will improve. Men (and some women) will realize that I actually have eyes and a face when they are talking to me. No more black eyes from running or horseback riding. No more downward facing dog boobs. No more $80 bras. I'll be able to shop at Victoria's Secret. I'll be able to find sports bras at every day locations and prices. I'll be able to wear those camisoles with build in bras without feeling like my boobs are being cut in half or spilling out the top. I'll be able to wear button-up shirts. I wont look pregnant in sweatshirts or have to buy larger sizes to fit over the boobs. And did I mention that my back and neck pain will decrease considerably?
My girlfriends are ALL very supportive. My guy friends think it's like slapping God in the face. Ken has known from day one that I planned to get a reduction. He is supportive, but I can see his anxiety and concerns every time we talk about it. I let my ex-husband talk me out of getting the surgery when I was married and vowed to never do that again. The surgery is set for Thursday, November 11th at 7:30 am. I'll be under for approximately 4 hours. So - wish me luck and pray for me, if you will.
Some say to "just lose weight." I am 5'10" and have been as heavy as 195 lbs and as light as 137 lbs. My breast size has never changed.
Some say to "build stronger back/neck/shoulder muscles" to alleviate the pain. I'm not body builder and I do admit that my upper body strength isn't anything to brag about, but I am healthy. I run, I lift weights, I stretch and the pain is ever-present.
I've gone to the chiropractor for 14 years and my "problem areas" are consistently the same year after year.
I know that they have recently made some changes to bra sizing, probably to make smaller breasted women feel better. In fact, I have a friend I've known since high school who has always been a solid B. She has not changed in appearance, weight or anything else, but now she buys a D cup. I have always fit into the DD - F range and now my bras are GG cup. I still have some older bras DDD that fit just fine, but even the "expert" who did my sizing in March and my surgeon both confirmed that bra sizing has changed.
At any rate, they are big. And although I am a curvy girl and tall and I've always been told I am well-proportioned, I want smaller breasts. I have to wear two bras when I run because I can't find a reasonably priced specialty sports bra in my size. I have grooves in the shoulders and chronic back and neck pain. Because of these health related issues, my insurance has approved the surgery.
That being said, I'm very anxious. I've never had major surgery and the only time I've been under general anesthesia was when I had my wisdom teeth removed. I had my pre-op appointments and hospital registration this past Tuesday. They asked if I had a last will and testament or a power of attorney. They asked if I want to be resuscitated and what next of kin would be authorized to make decisions about my life, death or health in the event I am not able to do so. I know these are standard questions, but it just hit me how real and how serious this is. I'm a little scared.
I'm also nervous for more emotional reasons. I feel as if I'll be having an amputation. These girls have been part of me for so long and although they've been a burden, they are still part of me. I asked my boyfriend the other day if he thinks I'll be disproportionate and he said yes!!! I know he's just being honest, but it really concerned me that maybe he wont think I'm sexy or that maybe I'll look really funny. Currently I am an hourglass and I'm afraid I'm going to be a pear. My butt is another thing that doesn't change no matter how much I exercise. Baby got back! They don't do "butt reductions" and liposuction is not an option. I'm also worried that they'll heal funny or be uneven or that the headlights will point in opposite directions (which is better than pointing down, I suppose). I'm worried that they'll take too much and leave me completely flat or take too little and it wont make a difference in the pain and will have been a waste of time and money.
I know the anxiety is normal. I just keep reminding myself that everyone I know who has had this surgery over the past 20 years has said their only regret is that they didn't get it done sooner. These are women of all different height/weight/proportions and body types. One gal who had hers done about 12 years ago said they turned out mangled. The surgeon did a horrible job and she didn't heal right. Even she said she'd do it all over again! When I think rationally, I know I wont regret it. The downside is that the surgery is painful and recovery will be kind of hard. I'll have drainage tubes in for 4 or 5 days and wont be able to sleep on my side for 2+ weeks or my stomach for 6 weeks. I wont be able to do any exercise for 6 weeks. On the bright side, a breast lift is part of the procedure so my ever-increasingly saggy girls will be perky once again! I get two weeks off work and I'm not allowed to do so much as lift a gallon of milk. They said no cooking, house cleaning, driving (sad), work of ANY sort for two weeks. I'll be forced to relax. Finally.
I just have to keep my eyes on the goal and all the reasons I really want to have the surgery. Back and neck pain will decrease considerably. Exercising will be easier. My golf swing will improve. Men (and some women) will realize that I actually have eyes and a face when they are talking to me. No more black eyes from running or horseback riding. No more downward facing dog boobs. No more $80 bras. I'll be able to shop at Victoria's Secret. I'll be able to find sports bras at every day locations and prices. I'll be able to wear those camisoles with build in bras without feeling like my boobs are being cut in half or spilling out the top. I'll be able to wear button-up shirts. I wont look pregnant in sweatshirts or have to buy larger sizes to fit over the boobs. And did I mention that my back and neck pain will decrease considerably?
My girlfriends are ALL very supportive. My guy friends think it's like slapping God in the face. Ken has known from day one that I planned to get a reduction. He is supportive, but I can see his anxiety and concerns every time we talk about it. I let my ex-husband talk me out of getting the surgery when I was married and vowed to never do that again. The surgery is set for Thursday, November 11th at 7:30 am. I'll be under for approximately 4 hours. So - wish me luck and pray for me, if you will.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Happily Ever After?
I don't believe in happily ever after, but I sure would love to be proven wrong.
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