Wednesday

By this time next week, I'll be resting comfortably on my living room couch with my new boobs (and Jason!) to keep me company.  ONE WEEK!  I can finally answer "When's your surgery again?" with "Wednesday" and people won't ask for the actual date. I've been counting down for some time (sorry), and today got the following reminder on my phone:

My "event" is just a week away (as if I'd need the reminder, ha)!

Total side note: friends/family who are nurses, this is for you.  I had a second pre-op appointment on Monday to basically make sure I was alive before the doctor could sign off that I was good to go on surgery (my hemoglobin, kidney function and potassium levels are all normal). The doctor came in (not my regular), sat down and started going through my information: current medications, past surgeries etc.  Here's a rundown of the conversation:

Dr.: "What surgery are you having next week?"
Cassie: "Breast reconstruction."
Dr.: (pause) "Why are you having breast reconstruction?"
Cassie: "Because I had a bilateral mastectomy in June."
Dr.: "Why did you have the bilateral mastectomy?"
Cassie: "I was diagnosed with breast cancer."

Now, I'm not saying (at all) that it's the doctor's fault for asking these questions (although I wonder if she saw how old I was and thought maybe I was getting new boobs for fun?).  I'm curious though, why none of that medical history, pretty major stuff, wasn't on my chart?  Especially since I'd had the pre-op for the mastectomy at this same clinic?  They know I had once been taking pre-natal vitamins, but they skip adding cancer to the list?  C'mon!