I’m not sure at this point I want to go out in public. Another big piece has been removed from my face. It was a lot.
I know I’m suppose to be the big brave tower of strength but I felt myself crumble today. I have been emotionally weak most of the day.
He’s expecting the pathology to come back in my favor but wanted to remind me that since the cancer skips, it certainly could come back to where we have to cut again. And since I’m so darn unlucky, that scares me. Also a friend that’s a Dr. wants me to take it very serious and watch it very close.
I’m hoping it stops. I want it dead.
We are starting the healing process all over from the beginning. I can see where a person could grow weary but I’m going to try and stay positive. It’s just not me to stay down for the count.
Maybe a picture tomorrow. I’ll just add them to this entry so watch for them that’s if you want to see them.
I don’t look very happy here. It was a lot better when I had all the kids and family there to distract me. This second surgery I told them not to fuss over me that it was going to be a piece of cake. Anyways, this is what it looked like right before he drew on me with the magic marker
This is the markings of what he took out. Of course they cut on the outside of the blue line. I was sort of prepared but it’s always shocking to see it in a picture. My face is feeling pretty tight now. See how much more that eye is opened up than the other side. It’s even more opened now.