SJ has decided the correct name for my mastectomy is a boobectomy. It happens tomorrow. Even Mummy had a doubtful tone in her voice last night when she asked if I’m ok about it. I really really am. Maybe it will hit me tomorrow. Maybe after the op. Maybe never. I don’t want to be in pain. I would rather have normal norks. But I can’t. And that’s it and all about it. I have better things to worry about, like what to buy people for Christmas and when I will do the Christmas shopping?! These are things that I have choices about and things that I have choices in are what I worry about.
Anyway, must go finish moving house, like you do on Boobectomy Eve. T’ra x