With only one week left before surgery, I'm feeling almost every emotion in the world.
Happy that I have this opportunity.
Nervous about surgery.
Scared that I'll be a big weenie.
Dreading the loss of dignity necessary to recovery.
Angry that the waiting list for a transplant is so long.
Hopeful that I will make a difference for one person and his/her family.
Excited to have a "get out of housework free" pass for a few weeks.
Sad that my Mom can't be with me for the entire six weeks.
Worried about my granddaughter being left in the care of my sister-in-law.
Content with my decision.
Puzzled at the people who think I'm a hero.
Secure that my angel husband will be available to pamper me and take care of me.
A little slap-happy and punch-drunk from feeling all of this at once.
Someone want to go out for ice cream and some distraction from all this?
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