Three Days to Go

Well the days have dragged by and the hospital visits have increased.

I had my pre-op assessment and gave more blood.  Tomorrow I have to be be up early to get to the hospital for 8:15 for an MRI scan.

Then on Friday the 3rd I return to the hospital for my operation.

I admit to being scared.  Not of the operation in itself as I will be knocked out for that, but of the results and the post op recovery.

I had a caesarian way back in 1978 and all I remember is how painful the first day of recovery was.  Hopefully things have moved forwards now and they can actually give something to relieve the pain.

Also, if I am honest, it is the "what-ifs" that scare the life out of me.

I just wish I could turn back the clock and rewrite this part of my life.  But I can't.

Life can be so darn scary at times!