I feel strong.

 
I feel strong. I feel ready.
And I was able to truthfully tell my daughter that I wasn't scared.

Tomorrow I have my double mastectomy + lymph nodes removed.

It's time.

I've had 8 months to think about this. I've had 8 months to process. I've run the gamut of emotions. But today I am calm.

My big brother Brent said he felt like they were taking my breasts. I told him they were taking the cancer.

I've had my closure. I wrote to release and had professional photos taken to document . I held my children tight to help them feel secure. I'm ready to let go.

I'm not scared because I faced my fear of going under during surgery last month. I'm thankful I won't be wearing prosthesis boobs since I'm getting the expanders. I hear it's not as painful as one might think. I have my home in order so that things shall go somewhat smoothly in my absence. I have laundry done, food in the fridge, dry cleaning picked up, and lip stick in my hospital bag.

I've received comments, messages, tweets, phone calls, voicemails, texts, and hugs full of support, love, and prayers. I am thankful to my community. I am thankful for a strong foundation.

I feel loved therefor I feel strong.