April 22, 2020
5.5 weeks into recovery. Unbelievable. I was supposed to have double mastectomy today. In New Orleans. It most definitely would not have happened. Let’s be honest, like I could have predicted a pandemic 8 months ago when I scheduled it. For over a year, I researched and prayed til I was crazy, trying to find answers to my heavy burden. Last October, I chose April 22, 2020 as my preventative surgery date, knowing I could back out if it didn’t feel right. But a lot of things felt so right and peaceful. I kind of loved that it fell on Earth Day too, lol. But I told Heavenly Father that if this wasn’t in His plans for me, please let me know! This had been my prayer for so long, to please help me find the courage and bravery to do what I felt good about doing, even though it was a painful choice. But to also drive the ship and reroute me if it wasn’t right. And here I am, almost 6 weeks into my recovery. Eating a delicious dinner and homemade Reece’s Cheesecake made by a dear frie
