Monday, July 1
I wake up and I'm alone. I took ashower and he did not appear. Hum, wonder what he is up to? I getdressed and head down to find him. I had Charlie, the maintenanceman, pull my car out of the garage and park it out front. I have sometime to get something to eat, so I go to the Little Kitchen and therehe is. I walk over to him and kiss him, "Good Day Sweetheart." Hestands and kisses me and says, "Good Afternoon, Baby." I asked ifhe was going to the Dr with me? He said, "Of course. What time?"I told him as soon as I get something to eat it's at 2:00. TheLittle Kitchen has TV's around like a sports bar and a 'Happy Days'style kinda place. He was watching CNN and we talked while I ate somelunch. I had on a pair of stretch pants and a long flowing top. Heputs his hand on my leg and says, "Baby, why don't you have a dresson?" I pick up his hand and give it back to him. And say, "Idon't need to look sexy for Dr. Jones." He says, "What about me?"I said, "I don't need to be sexy for you right now. It would justget me in trouble." He laughed and put his arm around me. Thensaid, "I love you. I will be good today." I laughed and said,"You promise?" He smiled and kissed me on the cheek. I finishedand we headed out to the car, my car. He stopped and looked at mefunny. I said, "Are you driving or me?" He said, "I don't own aJag. Who's car is this?" I said, "Mine." He said shaking hishead, "What else don't I know about?" I said, "I have no idea.So? Are you driving or me?" He said, "I'll drive!" He helps mein the car and it was a unusually a quiet ride. He was smiling ear toear. I finally said, "What do you think of my car?" He goes,"Nice, very nice." I said, "I'm glad you like it." He noddedyes.
We arrive at the Dr.'s office. They take me to exam room and puthim in the office. Thank goodness for that. I get ready for the examand the Dr. comes in and congratulated me on our wedding. He checksout the new girls. I told him we were happy with everything. Dr Jonessays, "Gigi, I have some bad news." My heart sank. He proceeded,"There is a problem. One of the implants has ruptured. Did yourecently have trauma to your breasts?" I guess the bigger questionis do I tell him what happened in the bathtub? Or do I make somethingup? I need to tell him exactly what happened. This is really hard totell a Dr. that your man out there slammed you in a bathtub havingsex. This is so embarrassing. Or the times I got slammed into thetile in the shower. I tell Dr. Jones everything. He ordered a CT scanright away. I go over to X-ray and they do a CT scan. While Iwaited in the exam room for the Dr. to come back, I was justhorrified at all that had transpired. I really am upset and theemotions are raging thru me right now. The Dr. comes in and tells me,"You need to have surgery, again. I see a tear in the breast muscleand we need to replace the implants. You also have a small abdominalhernia. All can be repaired." Tearfully, I asked if it can wait?He said, "Yes, how long did you have in mind? I said, "about 6weeks. After the European tour is over." He said, "Yes, but youneed to wear abdominal and breast compression supports. That willprevent further tearing and will be more comfortable for you." Isaid, "Are you going to tell him or do I have to?" He said, "Iwill tell him everything. The nurse will give you support garments toput on and bring you to my office. Don't worry. I will make sure heknows exactly what has happened." Back to the ugly body armor. Idon't know how this is going to go over with him. I hope the Dr. isgentle about it. The nurse comes in and measures me for the supportgarments. I ask her if there are any that are pretty with lace? Shesaid, "Yes, I'll bring some for you to pick." OK, at least I'lllook pretty if I have to wear them. I put them on, kinda pretty.After I get dressed, she takes me to the office. I am reallydreading this and I know he will be upset. The nurse opens the doorand he is looking a little sheepish. He gets up so quick and comes tome all apologetic saying he will get it all fixed. Tears are leakingout and trickling one by one down my face. I don't know what to say.Dr. Jones has me sit down. He explains that if we can go to ahospital in Switzerland they have new techniques they can do thisreconstruction with less risk of it happening again. They can alsoerase some of the scars so those will be invisible. Dr. Jones added,"As much as it was an honor to do the surgery for you the firsttime, I highly recommend you go to the hospital in Switzerland. Thiswill give you the absolute best results and outcome." I am justtrying to process it. My man is smiling like he's off the hook. Rightthis moment, I'm basically in some kinda shock trauma. My head isspinning and I don't know what to think. The next thing I hear,Breathe G, Breathe! He is looking at me with his hands cupping myface. I can't say a word even if I wanted to. Then I hear Dr. Jonessay, "I will make all the arrangements. I'll call you tomorrow withthe details." I am in a dazed stupor. I have to go thru surgery"again!" I have so many questions but no answers. I try to get mythoughts together and say, "Exactly what are they going to do thatyou can't do?" Dr. Jones, "They have a new mesh product that wedon't have yet. It is much stronger and more resilient. It willprevent future tearing of the muscle. Since you have a compromisedabdominal wall, this will build it back to a stronger state than whatit currently is. It is a longer surgery, but the outcome will holdbetter than what is available here. Also available, is a much betterimplant." OK, so if the man can keep his hands off of me, all willbe good. "How long is this surgery and what's the recovery time."Dr Jones says, "Probably 6-8hours surgery time with 4-6 dayshospital time, and at least 6-8 weeks post surgery until normalactivity." That makes me want to chuckle but I'd better not.Remember, there is nothing normal about that man sitting next to me.That is why I am in this predicament. I said "I understand." Andthe husband unit, next to me smiling, thinks he's been vindicated forthis. Dr. Jones said he would call tomorrow with all thearrangements, I have the available dates. I don't know if I shouldbe mad or what. I guess it is my fault too. It takes two to tango ifyou know what I mean. We are finished and on our way out to the car.

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