The Lady Diamonds took first place in a softball tournament last weekend. They won four games and only lost one (and that one was 16-15). It was a fun, fun day with my softball family. These girls continue to make me proud and steal my heart, and their families are friends I wouldn't know what to do without.
Those same Lady Diamonds that were on fire Saturday lost their last regular-season game tonight, only scoring three runs. Everyone has an off night, I guess, but geez. C'mon girls!
I have to fast after midnight tonight. I have to fast for a surgery that is scheduled for tomorrow....at 3:30 IN THE AFTERNOON! Wait, it gets better. I have to have this surgery because there's an infection from my last surgery. I found this out right before I left my house this morning to go to a funeral. Are you jealous of all my fun? And because I'll probably be admitted after my surgery, I'm going to miss a much-anticipated ladies night out with my fellow Diamonds moms. Seriously? I know we've gotten a lot of rain lately, but why is the black cloud hanging over ME??
I have to drive three hours (with no drinks or snacks, mind you) to have surgery tomorrow because something didn't heal right three weeks ago. "A minor setback" is what Dr T said. He also promised he'll fix it. There's something to be said for being able to text a photo of your reconstructed breast to your doctor and have him call you immediately. Unfortunately he called immediately to tell me he needed me in the operating room TOMORROW! Very unexpected, slightly inconvenient, extremely disappointing. I really didn't anticipate spending my weekend in the hospital.
I know, I'm whining. I can't help it. This is my sixth surgery since August 2013. I know it's relatively minor and definitely necessary.... but each time it gets more and more difficult to bounce back. Add in chemo, radiation, anxiety and LIFE and you get one tired lady.
I'm not even tired. That's not the right word. I'm weary.
I know surviving cancer is a lifelong battle. I know that, and I will never stop fighting. I just need a little time to get my ass-kicking mojo back, that's all. Just a little bit of time with no appointments, no surgeries, no procedures, no worrying. Just a little bit of time to be Michelle the wife and Michelle the mom, instead of Michelle the cancer patient. A little time to rest.