Two years ago, my mom came to visit us in the late Spring to help me prepare
for our first baby and to put in our front garden:
In the middle of summer, my husband picked this flower for me to focus on
while I labored for 4 days, mostly in a pool in our kitchen...
We ended up with a C-section, but look how peaceful all that time at home made us:
Eight months later, in the Spring again, I had weaned Ari and learned to carry him on my back so that I could have a bilateral mastectomy. I chose to start the breast reconstruction
process at the same time:
Later, in the summer, my mom was back for a mother/daughter road trip and Ari was ready to get out into the garden himself at my aunt and uncle's house in beautiful Virginia:
It's been two years since that first Spring working in the garden with my mom.
Because my cancer spread to my liver, I have never finished the breast reconstruction
and I've been walking around with really strange foreign objects in my body.
I don't feel like I'm healing as well as I could.
So, next week, exactly the same week as the original mastectomy, I'm having the surgery to take the chest expanders out and not put in implants. Hooray! This decision wouldn't be right for everyone, but we are so excited that doctors have finally declared me healthy enough for surgery.
My mom is coming to take care of all of us again and, of course, we'll be planning this year's garden because every year, life comes back all around us (Come back on Monday to see how to make an easy garden journal):