I’d actually been doing pretty good, concentrating on everything I had to get done before surgery. It didn’t give me much time to focus on my diagnosis, or the impending surgery, or what they could find afterwards.
Until this morning.
It hit me like a ton of bricks. Anxiety. Nerves. Whatifs.
The are all on board the crazy train this morning.
And there isn’t much I can do to get it over with other than, well, getting it over with.
I have knitting to do and books to read to keep my mind occupied. And that’s what I shall do. Work to get through tomorrow, and some on Tuesday. The prep to get through.
But I’m ready to be on the other side. And to know the unknown at this point.
Come on Wednesday.