September 3rd – the big day is finally booked. It felt like it would never come, and now it seems scary that it’s so soon. Instead of spending time thinking, “why aren’t they calling, why don’t I have a surgery date” I now spend time thinking, “Hmm, I’m not that keen on having them take a piece of bone out of my leg ..” or “12 hours is a long time to be under anesthetic”, etc.
In the next couple of weeks I’ll have a scan, meet with the nurses, do a couple of pre-ops and vacillate between being relieved it’s finally happening and apprehension.
I am definitely more fearful this time but I remind myself that God is with me, I am surrounded and supported by the best family and friends possible, and I have an excellent medical team.
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