Lymph is Good
chronicles the journey of an active 30-something Dallas-ite trying to keep her head up while grappling with primary lymphedema.

Countdown

So… who wouldathunk… surgery is next week. Like 7-days from now. Like 168-something hours from now. Like soon. 

I’m excited which feels super weird. How could I possibly be excited about “going under the knife,” anesthesia, and any of the number of complications that could come of surgery? Why would I be excited about surgery? 

Surgery is “my last hope.” It’s the last medically-oriented solution to my chronic condition… but it can only help. I’m excited about the prospect of helping, so I’m excited about surgery. My excitement also probably has something to do with the amount of time that it has taken to get to this moment… the end of the road. 

And so, I countdown like a five year-old counting down the days until their birthday party. (I wish surgery came with cake…)
 

Pre-Surgery

Sprained