Tomorrow is my Surgery Day. I’m apprehensive and sporting a whole family of butterflies in my stomach.
I’m still more nervous about the surgery am I about facing cancer. Possibly after I hear the stage, I might feel differently, or maybe not.
But having to go into a cold room, and lay on a bed with on of those gowns that never fit and never have the ties in the right places. As I look around the room, I see all kinds of instruments and I am just too nosy to close my eyes, I would like a site map of them, but I know no one is interested in my thoughts vs getting me up and fixed.
As soon as I feel well enough, my fingers will be typing away.
Till we meet again.