Today is day 15 from surgery recovery. I felt the need to go do something to make me feel pretty. So my mom drove me to my salon and dropped me off. The owner and hairdresser that usually pamper me were very attentive and noticed my slow pace the second I stepped into the salon.

I have become such a lady with this process. Every step I take, I make sure my knees touch. I have been wearing only dresses and making sure to wear sturdy flat shoes; converse, boots, but flat. Every step I take, is somewhat painful but I know that little casual movement is necessary.

At the salon, I told them everything I had not expressed in the past. I had tumors, I had surgery, and I am in recovery. To mention my mom saw a picture of the withdrawn tumors and she said they were the size of a baseball/ golfballs. I had about 7 that were very visible. I made every effort to play it off as a minor thing.... happens to everyone.... "Everyone that doesn't give birth with their body is requesting it" said my hairstylist!

I though I was depressed with the follow up visit from Wednesday when my doctor said I was going to have to wait on everything I want to do. And just do little bits of everything I did want to do. I told him my experience in walking. It took me an hour to walk a mile, I told him. He said it should take you six hours, and smiled. I was like, I'm the kind of girl that hikes the hills at 5 miles an hour. He said well, you'll get there, in the meantime lots of resting. Which I have been doing. Listen to your doctor, he knows best.