One year…
It just sounds better than 6 months. It feels better too.
“Six months” says, we are still a bit concerned.
A year says, “You got this. I’ll just check back and make sure it’s all good.”
One year from now I will visit the plastic surgeon. She will check on my fake boobs, and make sure they are still doing exactly what they are supposed to do. (Which near as I can figure is stay still.)
Next month I visit the breast surgeon. Hoping to get “one year” from her too.
Eventually my life and Meghan’s will be in some type of maintenance cycle. We still have some time before we get there, and there will always be doctor’s appointments – but for now it’s a big win.
The cancer is long gone.
I heal pretty well. Especially on the outside.
Cowden’s Syndrome is good for something.
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