The day has finally come where I no longer need to wear my super sexy surgical stockings. These past six weeks have flown by. To be honest, I’m a little sad about it. I have grown overly fond of them. I mean they are no seemed stockings – but I make them work.
It’s six weeks today since my surgery. Recovery has been tough, but I am well on my way. My wounds have healed wonderfully (Also what self respecting post menopausal 28 year old magical girl doesn’t use glittery body lotion)
It’s bittersweet because I have genuinely never felt this well, but I am awaiting the phone call to invite me in for my radiotherapy so this won’t last long.
But with the overwhelming love and support I have received, regardless of how terrible the outcome may be, I know I am incredibly fortunate.
Collige Virgo Rosas 