What Do You Wanna Know?

I sit here, full well knowing that all most of you want to see are pictures. And sitting on my camera, inside my purse are pictures. They are even pictures of my chest. However, they are before shots, not afters. Well, I do have afters, but they are of the fantastic looking bandages I had on following my surgery.

So I don't have the pictures you had hoped I'd come racing in here with today. Sorry. I'm a failure as a person and as a Betsey. I trust that you are judging me harshly and I accept said judgment. Judge away.

You see, my brain is a little jumbled. I had very little time to rest. My dad collapsed in our kitchen on Sunday. My husband frantically dialed 911 while my mom tried to turn him on his side. It appeared he was having a seizure. Something he's never done before. As it turns out it was more than likely a minor stroke and/or his MS flaring up. Dad is fine and as a matter of fact, back at work today. Just as I was up and running errands the morning after my surgery.

We're just bad asses like that.

So if you all want to wait patiently while I put together a wonderfully, beautifully, awesomely crafted post about my experience then, I'll do something as close to that as I can muster. Or in the meantime, if there is anything you're dying to know (I know there is) then leave me a comment and I'll address it before the end of the day.

And that's a promise.