February 10, 2021

The surgeon’s office called today to set up a time to talk. We’re meeting early March.

I am afraid. It’s not having surgery – I’ve had three open surgeries – it’s THIS surgery.

I need to wait, listen, ask my questions, evaluate.

Sounds good – now if I could just do that.

Spent the day working with my fast-disappearing sugar cookies and cinnamon rolls at the ready. My weight is still holding steady. Looking as cute as possible because looking cute counts. It’s not frivolous, it’s life.

Love, Molly

P.S. Also meeting with the stoma nurse. I’ve only seen a stoma nurse once since I was discharged back in June. I want a nurse to make sure it’s doing OK.

I haven’t completely come to terms with my stoma but it’s doing its job and is clearly the least of my problems. It’s a good little workhorse. I appreciate it.

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