Cancer centers are super depressing places. Being around so many cancer patients just made me super anxious today. I am a cancer patient. It still doesn’t seem real.
The concept of being put under anesthesia for six hours is truly terrifying. It hits you the day before.
I am a control freak. Yes, it’s true. I worked meticulously on a 35-page instruction book for the kids for when I am away…within 3 hours of being gone all my plans and schedules were ruined. The poor babysitter. An early morning trip to the vet urgent care ($500 visit) was involved, as well as one child home sick on the first day of camp. Anyway, when everything went awry, I had a mini breakdown. On the plane.
Leaving the kids was about 500 times harder than I thought it would be.
I haven’t slept since Saturday night. Not a wink. Guess I will have lots of time to catch up later this week.
My positivity plan isn’t working today. Everything seems to be hitting me suddenly and I have been spontaneously crying at weird moments, to strangers and to my poor family all day. (Sorry, guys). Lots of crying. Mark told me to buck up buttercup and it pissed me off but it kind of worked. 🙂
Trying to pull it together. I think I just need sleep. Check in time got changed from 6am to 8am, so there’s that. Also spoke to the kids and they sounded great so that was awesome.
Dinner tonight with my sister and bro-in-law. Gonna try to buck up and have a good time.
Here’s to a smooth surgery and good pain meds. Cheers!