Day 43 part 2: Friends, love and care packages.
Ok, in the midst of a meeting this afternoon I received the call from scheduling. Check in is at 10:25 am. Tonight my friends gave the ladies a right proper send off!
I don’t have the words to express the gratitude and love I have for these amazing people. I am truly blessed.
It’s funny the things that emotionally get you. The handwritten card that simply says “You are beautiful” when truly one of my biggest fears is finding my beauty again – yes I know, I am far more than my breasts, but the girls have been front and center most my life. Hard to separate them from what makes you feel feminine and attractive. The super soft PJs for hospital day. The super comfy and super cool Tukwila FD “fighting for the cure” t-shirt. The healing hands necklace and earrings. Lip balm, tissue, super hero bracelet and super hero ring. Facial cleansing towelettes. And so much more really. All incredibly thoughtful tokens of love and friendship – thoughtfulness. Perhaps most thoughtful of all was making the night “normal” amidst the chaos.
I had struggled with a ceremony for saying goodbye to the girls… And in a way that only a loving friend could, Mary wrote a prayer and shared it with us all tonight. Yes in a bar. Yes, at the “Last night at Bob’s with Boobs” gathering.
Friends, family, acquaintances and strangers:
We have gathered here this evening to celebrate the life of Tammey and her girls, haute right boob and her evil twin, killer left boob.
The girls have given Tammey a good time, but now they’re giving her a bad time. We understand they must go in sacrifice so that we may enjoy Tammey for many more years to come.
So, Heavenly Father, we ask for your blessings for Tammy and her team of caregivers.
May you grant the surgeons plenty of rest tonight, a good cup of coffee in the morning and steady hands during surgery.
May her caregivers, family and friends have patience, understanding, a sense of humor and the ability to apply lots of TLC.
Please continue to provide Tammey with patience, tenacity and her sense of humor to help her heal through this process you have challenged her with.
And finally, we thank Tammey for her infectious positive attitude and her willingness to share this adventure with all of us.
We love you, Tammey and pray for the best!
And now, let’s toast!
Tomorrow the storm clouds part and I find the moment of calm as I drift away under the anesthetic. I will be visualizing good margins and a clean lymph node. If you get a chance, would you please take a moment and do the same. 🙂
Wishing you all abundant blessings.