I had my pre-admissions appointment on Monday. I was told I was on a waitlist for surgery and that it could be anywhere from a few weeks to a few months, so I was completely caught off guard when I received a phone call from my specialists receptionist asking if I could get in for 11am tomorrow for the surgery.
Yes, 11am tomorrow. I haven’t even had time yet to process the fact that I’m going to have another surgery. I haven’t had time to consider a game plan.
Naturally, I am freaking out about it. I’m no stranger to operations (I’ve had well over 13 in my lifetime), but that doesn’t make it any less anxiety inducing. Especially when I don’t have any time to prepare my mind (or clean my house!).
And now, I’m panicked about much more than the already scary prospect of being completely immobile for a while…I’m worried about the affect this surgery will have on my children, particularly Nolan.
Both my boys inherited my MHE. I’m worried that I might scare Nolan inadvertently. I’m scared to show that I’m pain as it is. He’s older now, I can’t easily hide it from him.
I know that we will have tons of help from friends and family, but I still can’t help but feel overwhelmed. There’s so much more to worry about now.
I’m going to try and schedule some posts for the next few days, but if I don’t get around to that (I have a lot of cleaning and organizing to do before tomorrow), don’t be alarmed. In the words of Arnold….