Tuesday, February 7, 2012
8 days until my surgery. I still have a lot to do to make sure everything is ready. I just want to make sure my guys (Matt & Jay) are taken care of properly until I'm back on my feet. At least Matt and I get to spend Valentines Day together before the surgery. I had spent some time with my dad yesterday..Funny at 41 I still need that comfort of daddy time. This whole thing still seem so unreal. I look at myself in the mirror and I don't see a sick person.. My brain just can't seem to understand it. The anxiety about the surgery is slowly starting to hit me. I go for my pre op physical today. I haven't seen this Dr. since my diagnosis. I have been seeing her for a couple of years..She will probably be shocked. The fibromyalgia is starting to kick in. This should be real interesting how my body reacts after surgery. Well I'm only thinking good thoughts. For some reason I just can't get mad. I'm scared and nervous and feel it's unfair and I don't want this, This is not fair to my new husband. We are suppose to be growing our family, not fighting cancer! God has His reason. I must accept it even if I don't understand. Really, what other choice do I have?