The term 'boobs' is no longer plural

I've got plenty to say about the early days of my mastectomy, numerous other Doctor appts leading up to my first treatment, and I'll publish those as I go. I'll probably concentrate on what I'm going through during my first chemo treatment over the next month, but feel free to ask me something in an email and I'll write about it. (All posts up to October are simply pasted from my previous journal entries as that is when this blog was created; I've just archived them as close to the date that they happened as possible so that the entries make sense chronologically).
I will say as most people that are comfortable with me ask about the mastectomy and my emotional state, that when I first woke up after that surgery, I was hit by a wall of emotion, just as the doctor thought I would (remember this is the point that what I'm going through will, in his opinion, 'hit me') but it wasn't what he thought. It was relief. When I woke up, I didn't immediately mourn the loss of my boob (and to date still haven't I guess) I was relieved, just as I'd hoped I be, that as of this very moment, I no longer had cancer! Now I'm a survivor of cancer, no longer a victim of it. It was out of me. Those were the thoughts rushing through me and I felt elated by this thought (and the morphine I'm sure). I didn't and don't have any real emotional attachment to my boobs so it has never been an issue, in all honesty, it hasn't mattered to me at all, seriously. We'll talk about hair loss later as that's affected me way more than losing my boob, isn't that odd? I mean, that'll grow back, the boob (I don't imagine anyway) won't. As I've said a hundred times, I'm just gonna get brand new boobs (yes that was meant to be plural) next year or whenever so why be upset about it? I never would've gotten fake boobs for any other reason, and I'm not gonna lie, I've always wanted them! :)
I had my surgery at Centenary in Scarborough, but a few days after I arrived home from it, I got a call from my doctor. She had gone to the hospital to visit me but they had given her the wrong dates so she'd missed me. She wanted to talk to me about her recommendation that I do the treatment aspect at Princess Margaret. Not that my surgeon and hospital are not more than capable of treating me, it's that I'll need state of the art treatment and if I were her daughter, that's where I'd be going. *sniff* How awesome is this woman?? Everyone at this point had opinions on where I should go for treatment, but I was adamant that I'd simply take the advice of my doctor. Although I'll admit that I did want to go to a state of the art hospital, of course I did, but I didn't want to make a fuss after I was already in the process with a team of medical people. But now I'm pretty relieved to hear her saying this to me and also that my days with the surgeon I'm no longing loving are numbered. She told me to tell my surgeon this was her recommendation and he could contact her if needed (he was fine with this and made it happen quickly which I'm thankful for). What can I do for the woman that I feel may have saved my life? Say thanks? Get her chocolates? Movie passes? I ended up visiting her later and brought her a card with my heartfelt feelings towards her written out, it was the best I could do. It was on this visit that she handed me her home phone number in case I had any issues or for anything, I could and should feel free to call her at home. Say what you will about doctors in Canada/Ontario/GTA, this was my experience with a family practitioner. I don't want to give away her identity as I haven't asked her to write about her, but this woman has for years worked in a clinic that sees some sketchy clientele. She deals with bullsh*t alllll day long from alll sorts of people. She is not in what I would call a 'higher end' clinic shall we say, and she is a champion! We talk as a society about surgeons, specialists etc in such high regard. I hold no one in higher regard than I do this woman, this 'family practitioner'. It's not even like I've been going to her for years and years and we've formed a bond, I have up until this diagnosis gone to another doctor for years and just go to her for the yearlies or anything embarrassing. She didn't need to be this way with me and I am forever grateful to this woman for how she 'handled' me. Thank you. Oh, and yes, she's now been upgraded to my doctor for everything, not just annually any more. And now I have formed a bond to her and I think about her constantly and credit her for championing my diagnosis.