I went today for my appointment for my double mastectomy. Everything went well and my doctor sat and listened to every single question I had. I brought my friend, Rachel, to ask the tough questions and when my eyes got glassy she took notes for me. I am slowly getting adjusting to the fact that I’m about to get my beloved chest removed and downgraded to my 12 year old self. Flat chested is better than cancer. I keep telling myself that and taking deep breaths. This may seem silly to y’all but it’s a big hurdle for me. Anyway, I got a surgery date today. November 5th is the date. Dooms day.