So, I am super embarrassed to admit that I just learned what YOLO means like two weeks ago, and I learned it from Keeping Up With The Kardashians. Yes, I am old. Yes, I watch KUWTK. Judge, don’t judge. I don’t care. I love those Kardashians and I don’t care what anybody says. My fave is actually Kim and Kourtney take Miami — it’s AH-Maze. Highly recommend for any of my fellow BC warriors laid up during chemo. Netflix the hell out of that sh**!

In any event, for all you other old fogies out there like myself, “YOLO” stands for You Only Live Once. I thought it a great title for this post since I’ll be recapping my swap out surgery and its aftermath.

One week ago Paul and I went to the surgicenter in Menlo Park for my surgery. I won’t say that everything went off without incident. Nope, rather, I will say this, my surgery occurred and my surgery went as well as could be expected.  We did encounter some administrative — shall I say — frustrations — but I won’t say any more than that.

I’ve been 100% forthright and honest with all of you on this journey. I’ve not held anything back emotionally or otherwise.  But the frustration we encountered on surgery day, were, well HUGE, but not worth rehashing because it was so upsetting at the time — BUT it was all resolved within 30 minutes so Paul and I both decided not to dwell on it, so I’m not going to go into details about it for you. Just know that it was an emotional roller coaster for me that day.

But ultimately, like I said, everything went off as planned. I was ushered off to OR 1 (the same exact OR where I had my bi-lateral done 7 months ago) and at the end of the long walk and long hallway, I turned back to look at Paul and wave to him and let him know that all would be fine. It was so nice to see him standing in the same spot as last time and supporting me in the best way he knows how — by just being there.

The slight difference between this surgery and my bi-lateral was that nobody else from my family was present. This one was an out patient procedure, so my brother (who lives locally) didn’t pop by (thought he wanted to) and my parents didn’t fly in from the east coast, b/c recovery is just much easier for this one (read: no JP drains to  deals with! hallelujah!) The way I look at it — I am in really great shape if I don’t need the whole cavalry at my side for a surgery. So there you have it.

Thankfully, all the administrative bullshit was all-consuming in the moments leading up to the surgery, that I didn’t even have time to get nervous. I think that was a total blessing in disguise!

So off I went to OR 1 and then I woke up in the recovery room and was high as a kite and happy as all giddy up to have made it to the end if this journey! I kept telling the recovery room nurse that I loved her. LOL. She thought I was nutz-o-rama!

This recovery was a bit worse than after my bilateral. I felt fine at first — then after about 30 minutes, I felt pretty nauseous. So they gave me more fluids and monitored me for awhile longer.  Finally, by dinnertime, I was wheeled the hell outta there and on my way home to my bed, my dog and my house with my hubby! yay!

The following days were a bit rough. Filled with Vicodin, stool softeners, laxatives and barfing.  Oh, also, I had to sleep sitting up for a few nights and I’m still wearing my super hot post-surgical bra! Yup, been wearing that bad boy for 7 days straight at this point! Super duper hot!

OK, anyway, fast forward to Saturday and my celebration party. Nothing was going to keep me from carrying through with the party. So, I donned my cute dress and off we went to our party. Wonderfully, my party was also during Pride weekend here in SF. This was an especially poignant Pride weekend because of the SCOTUS rulings earlier in the week. So it all just felt RIGHT and so HAPPY.

All of my local peeps who were there for me during this journey turned out and partied like it was 1999. We housed the tequila like it was the prohibition! Then the party moved back to my house and our backyard for a few hours. It was truly the best day I could have ever imagined.  Below are a few pics and I’ve also included a portion of the speech I made thanking everybody for supporting me (there are two files for the speech, so be sure to play both of them and THANK YOU JJ for covertly filming as much of the speech as you could manage. You are so stealthy! love!).

Like anybody else who has ever given a thank you speech, I missed a few points, so I’ll do a separate post to really jot down my thoughts on how I feel about everybody’s incredible support. Without all of you, I would not have made it. And the few humble words I was able to string together at the party do not do justice to what I really feel. So stay tuned for another post on that front!

xoxo and YOLO, people, YOLO!

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