So today marks two weeks until my surgery and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous.
I spent the entire day Monday engrossed with MRSA screenings and pre-op tests, not to mention my mind racing with thoughts of “Am I doing the right thing?”, “Will this help me?”, “How much will it help me?”, “What will happen to me?”
I was ultimately reminded, however, that this surgery is not a cure. It is to stop the progression of my “disease”. It is saving my life and I must keep reminding myself of that.
No, I’m not looking forward to the pain, but it’s a drop in the bucket compared to the pain I’ve endured for all these years.
Now all I need to do is that darn COVID screening. 😬