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!