I’d be lying if I said wasn’t nervous about the surgery.
Sure, Franciscan is a ‘center for excellence,’ which I believe I a really cool way of saying that they have killed less people than most other hospitals. And I’m not saying I expect anything bad to happen.
However, in my ____ years on the planet (what, you think I am going to tell you my age?), I have had one surgery, when I was 6 months old, for a hernia.
Surprisingly, I don’t remember it.
So, of course, the worst case scenarios have rattled around in my head a bit. What happens if I don’t make it through, what about the kids, what about the mortgage and the house? How will they be taken care? Why don’t I have a will? Why do I wait til the last minute to do anything?
These wonderings don’t last long, but when they do, they sit in my head for a bit. It’s not a panic, at all, but more a pondering, and review of what my concerns are.
And it certainly isn’t enough to keep me from moving forward with the surgery. There is a .1 % chance that there could be complications. I’m special, but I am not ‘.1% special.’
On a side note, I expect posts to start being more frequent. As we get closer, more doctor appointments, thoughts and changes to share.
Thanks for taking the ride with me.