My days fly by with a whirlwind of doctor’s appointments, and my time draws closer. More and more I stress, and grump and cranky around the house. I snap at my loved ones, because I’m tired, and so weary of this chronic pain.
I weep from the loss of what I was, and what I will be after the surgery. I hope in those dim dark hours of the night, that I will be clear of it all, after the surgery. That which lies within me is just benign, and can be cleared out.
And so my countdown begins and passes, and the 5th of December draws closer…..