The Plastics Man

Today is my first appointment with a plastic surgeon. I have been so excited about this up until today. I think I may truly throw up! I couldn't figure out why I felt so sick all the sudden? Where had all the excitement gone? Then a co-worker said, "hello-its like here we go again, another doctor, another surgery (or three or four), another...." And she is right, I truly want to meet this doctor and start this process, it is the last of the steps to not having to think about this everyday or being reminded every time you change clothes or take a shower that you have survived a major event. But this very minute, I want to puke!! I have a list of questions for the doctor, a timeline in my head (that hopefully he can make happen), and for the most part I know what to expect. Its not my first surgery, I have had drains before, I just don't know what or why I am so nervous? I learn more and more everyday about myself through all of this, somethings I like and some not so much. I know today that I can just trust in God for a calmness, for a wisdom to make sound decisions as far as doctors and treatment, and for a smooth reconstruction process all together.