As a woman, we have to put up with a bunch of nature’s bullshit. I’m mainly talking about all of the hormonal nonsense that we have to deal with. There are the weeps, the whines, and the plain old what-the-fucks of life’s emotional roller coaster. When I was pregnant, I was all over the place, emotionally. I can’t help but feel like my post-op attitude is akin to the hormonal response following the birth of my girls. After they were born and after each of my BRCA related surgeries, I’ve felt a near-euphoric zest for my life’s blessings. (My husband is probably laughing to himself while reading this. He’s wondering if euphoria, to me, just means that he has to wake up more with the kids in the middle of the night. Ummm…? Yes.)
It’s really kind of miraculous what our bodies can endure. Growing another human being inside of us, taking off body parts and replacing them with a mixture of man-made parts and donated parts from your own body. None of it is easy, but all of it is worth it. It’s almost Machiavellian. We have to get our period, go through a myriad of hormonal fluctuations and a ton of physical discomfort to have children. But, it’s worth it. I had to chop off my knockers and get them rebuilt from scratch, but now I know I won’t get breast cancer. It was worth it.
I’m two weeks and two days post-op. Although I’m still sore, the discomfort is fading. I’m tired, but I’m motivated. The past few days have brought us spectacular fall weather. The girls and I went for walks and I had no problem pushing the double stroller to our friends’ houses for impromptu playdates. I’m enjoying the post-op high of watching my two little blessings run around giggling with their friends and each other. They won’t have to put up with nature’s bullshit for many years to come. But when they do, I’ll have them look in the mirror and I’ll tell them from my own experience, “It’s worth it!”