As I sit here, writing my first blogpost as Mrs. Pearce (it's official, I got my SS card today!), I can't help but feel a bit of nostalgia for Ms. Boccard. This past year has been marked by a slow metamorphosis into the person I have become today; beginning as the single girl who lost her large intestine, rectum, and pretty-looking abdomen, and ending as a most satisfied, healthy, and utterly happy wife. All of the well-wishes and love that have been sent my way throughout this past year were beautifully immortalized by a most perfect wedding day, shared by our most cherished friends and family on an unseasonably warm and sunny October weekend (check out a lovely short video put together by our wedding photographer here). A big thanks to Dr. Procaccino, Dr. Eskreis, Dr. Krishnasastry, Dr. Vomero, Dr. Meekan, Dr. Collani, and the countless other doctors, nurses, interns, residents and fellows who made our day possible. From my "anti-wedding diet" to dress-fitting advice a la Dr. Procaccino, there was not a moment in that six month-long battle where my team of doctor's did not have my wedding day in mind as the ultimate goal. I knew they wouldn't let me down.
Now, for that next stage in life and the continuing road to a full recovery. I am due for another health-related procedure early next week and the news that I would need such a procedure has come as a bit of a shock. Just when you think you've finally put your good health on cruise control, some motherf&*ing rubbernecker makes you slam on the brakes. It's time to get back in survival mode, because we know the road can be bumpy, but an optimistic outlook is key. Billy and I are very much looking forward to starting a family some day and this newest news could potentially complicate these goals (my surgeries could also have a potentially negative affect on my fertility, so it's like a double-whammy). But just like J-Pouch surgery, I firmly believe that fertility has a lot to do with frame of mind. On March 31 2011, as I walked into a brightly lit and bustling OR and laid down on that crucifix-shaped bed, I pictured myself walking down the aisle on my wedding day, in my father's arms, as I approached my beautiful husband-to-be. Now, I just have to believe that my new husband will have that very same priceless opportunity to make that same stroll with a daughter of our own someday.
To be continued….