It snuck up on me

I am not even three weeks out of surgery and the need for a new surgery date snuck up on me. The nurse called today to schedule the mastectomy with direct implant in December. Of course, I was driving with my kids in the car, and they were not being cooperative (per usual), so I was dumbstruck in making a decision. I chose December 19. Two days before Winter Break.

Then I hemmed and hawed for over three hours, asking my husband, parents and all the friends within texting capabilities which date was best. Was it too close to Christmas. GAH!

There is no right answer, but so many things to weigh:

1. My parents insist on being here. If they come on December 5, they live with me for a month, because of course they would stay for Christmas. But if its so early in December, would they consider making a two-day drive twice. I would not want that, as it is taxing on them.

2. I would like recovery time to be during school so I can have some quiet.

3. I do not want it so close to Christmas that my potentially sick day (Remember The Nausea). If I choose December 19, then I risk being nauseally sick on Christmas Eve.

4. I do not want to do this again.

So I called back and changed my decision to December 12. Because then my parents can stay two weeks and still be here for Christmas (which is our tradition), and they will not be overstaying their welcome. And I still have the kids in school a week so that I can rest during the day. Decision made. Time to move on.