Where's my Brad Pitt?

It is 10 days post mastectomy.

This has got to be hands down the hardest thing I have ever been through and medically I have been through some tough crap. But this mastectomy is trying its damnedest to beat me down physically and emotionally. Luckily for me though I've got a pretty good support system shoring me and holding me up. My therapist (yes one of those) compared my support system to the scaffolding that holds a building up during repairs. I thought that was pretty apt.

It's weird though, my logical mind grasps the need for the mastectomy and that it is just a procedure, not the end of the world. Furthermore, I am having reconstruction so that solves the visual problem. So why am I flippin yo-yoing emotionally? One minute I'm cool, the next I'm bawling my eyes out.

I do not get it. But my philosophy has always been one breath at a time so that's how I will approach this journey. In the meantime I figure now that the pain has dialled down it's time to get my thoughts and experiences down. So tomorrow I will begin posting My M Journey.