Fast n Furious to Slow n Content

Have had this cancer take over my life with it's fast and furious ways (found out I had it and within a few weeks was already starting chemo) to finally having surgery and having to actually rest myself and find contentment with my new look and the way it feels.
My new look is my buzz cut that I've completely accepted without hats or wigs. It's a bit rebellious, and when you're in the hospital, no one double takes a look at you or wonders if you are sick, the gown gives it away (and the fact you are attached to a tower full of drip bags)
I am also "sporting" an incision with staples below my chest to the top of my bikini line, along with 5 tiny holes from the robotic surgery. Ala Frankenstein looking. (I've decided it's cool if I associate Frankenstein with it) :) it was shocking when I first looked at it, but now I just like how it tells a story. A BIG story!
The new "look" has also had a "feel." Not a new one, but one I have a hard time giving in to. The one I have a hard time asking for. ....Help! While I'm attached to tubes and needles, bags, and a tower; everything I do is not on my own, and not easily done. So, of course, I have to ask for "help." I know I can't do anything by myself, but one thing I can do for myself is accept the help and all the support I'm getting. My sweet nurses are angels!
(Shout out to the BSA nurses, helpers, staff, etc) all of them are going over and beyond helping me get well. I never imagined I would still be here a week after surgery! I'm getting know them and they are getting to know me (uh oh! Haha)
So the slow and content part of my journey continues here at BSA.