Today Peter had top surgery. It's a double mascectomy just like they do for women with breast cancer. When he's all healed his chest will look like a male chest but with two cool scars.
I wouldn't say that I was anxious about it, but it has definitely been something that's been in my mind pretty regularly for the last few weeks. Part of it is just regular "my kid is having surgery." But I think it also represents really the most dramatic step in his journey so far, physically and symbolically. I mean, he's literally chopping off his lady parts, that's the scene in the movie when you're like "we get it already! You're not that clever!"
Anyway, a couple weeks ago I had an interesting conversation with Peter along those lines. I was like "hey, I know you don't want boobs and all but do you feel weird about that they're, like, removing parts of your body?"
And he was like "No, they don't really even seem like part of my body. Sometimes I look at old pictures of myself and I'm like 'woah I had some big ones!' And then I realize, 'wait, I still have some big ones!"
And that explains why today, when we had to leave for surgery at 6:00 a.m., that dude was wide awake with a big grin on his face like we were going to Willie Wonka's factory or something. He was just really excited that he would be taking care of this now, giving him almost two months to heal before he starts college. The surgery went great, he's been taking opiods all day but in between naps has been totally happy and chatty and walking around and making jokes with his sister.
Today was a really special day in Peter's life I'm really glad I got to share it with him.