Fighting the Demon...

The surgery went well yesterday, thanks so much Tara for taking me, I so enjoyed our visit more than you will ever know. I've had some discomfort and soreness at the site of the port, but that is to be expected. I'm told that it may be sore and tender for up to a week, at which time I will have the stitches removed. It really does feel like I have a piece of metal in my chest... I have no idea what it looks like yet since it's covered with dressings. I will be going to the Vic tomorrow to have it looked at, and make sure that it's a go for Monday. Wow, Monday!

During the last week, I have followed through on my vow to taste all the wonderful food that I can. Tonight however, I don't think I made the wisest choice, a Fat Boy? What was I thinking?

I'm looking forward to the weekend, spending time with the kids, friends, and eating more great food. I'm going to try not to think too much about Monday, although it's been difficult. I've periodically been a little angry about it all during the last few days.... Asking the question, why does this have to disrupt my life so much? Am I going to be sick, and have my life turned upside down? What am I not going to be able to do? I know...not the positive Jill that would normally look at this and say that it won't control my life, what I do, and when I do it. That I will kick this demon in the ass! I guess that I'm just scared of the unknown, the things I may not be able to control.

I'm sure that surrounding myself with many of the wonderful people in my life during the next few days will help to re-energize me, and provide me with the confidence I need to believe that I will con't to do all the things that I love to do during my treatments. That I won't let this demon take me down. I look forward to it!

Jill xo