My surgery is only three months away now. It’s beginning to really sink in, or is it? Do I truly understand what I’ve volunteered myself to do? I find myself clutching my chest more often, feeling for the breast tissue that will soon be sliced up and frozen in a tissue bank. I even had a dream the other night that the doctors found cancer and had to operate immediately, reconstruction had to wait. In my dream, I felt completely unprepared to go under the knife and cried my eyes out. The magnitude of my decision is definitely hitting me. Read more …