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One week out!

Officially one week out from surgery and I can confidently say that (surprise, surprise) recovering from a double mastectomy is no walk in the park! I wake up with a tremendous amount of pain and pressure in my chest, as well as under my armpits. The meds definitely help throughout the day, but I am tired, and staying on top of my meds and physical therapy pretty much eats up my time. My scars are pretty scary, and I'm already frustrated with my limitations.

But in this past week, I have also been so loved and cared for by my friends and family.* In addition to having my mom around, Grisha took off from work to help me last week. Not to mention the fact that we were lucky to have my tata Aline et tonton Armand in town through Sunday. Plus, we had lovely visitors on Thursday (Elizabeth and Martina), Friday (Elana), Saturday (Artur and Bela), Sunday (Hannah and Seb), and Monday (Amina and Sandro). Our house is full of sweets and flowers and good vibes. I have failed to take any photos, except for this one of Grisha stealing my head cover with his mama cracking up in the background:


Oh, and of course, not to mention the fact that my dear friend Bekah has flown in from Shanghai to spend the week with me**:


It has been so so nice having her here, especially right after my aunt and uncle left! Bekah got hitched this summer, and we haven't seen each other since my wedding, so there is a lot to catch up on.

Tonight Emily will come by and will join us for Erev Yom Kippur dinner. An easy and meaningful fast to all those participating. Let's all get in inscribed in that book of life for many, many more years to come! Oh, and tomorrow I finally get these dang surgical drains removed 🙏. Hallelujah!

*Thank you for all the calls, texts, and messages! You all are really the best.
**She was also charged with bringing a dog over from Shanghai to NYC, which resulted in her getting half of her ticket covered. She hustles.

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