Hurry up and wait

Last few days before I get bitch slapped by reality. My pre-op appointment is on Monday at 9:15. Do I have cancer anywhere else? Do I have the choice to keep my breast? Scary thoughts but lets get this show on the road! I just want my surgery date so I can start living. Odd how that is, but this hurry-up-and-wait thing is hard to take. Before my possible amputation, I want a weekend with D and C de Lune somewhere, maybe Montreal. And I want the equivalent time as an escape for myself. I want to forget what I'm about to face --watch my movies, listen to my music, drink wine and read my magazines in the bath until my skin gets all wrinkly. That's what I want. And I plan to get it.