It is 3 days and a wake up, and it has hit me just how soon this first surgery is going to happen.
How I have felt this past week with not being able to take a lot of my usual stuff, is nothing compared to how I feel right now. I know it’ll all be alright. And I WANT to do this. (because seriously, fuck cancer. I refuse to get it). But… ok fine. I’m scared. Mostly of the pain to follow. I hate dealing with pain on top of pain.
Then I feel like my feelings are mountains out of mole hills. I’m over reacting. This happens all the time to other people.
And, I’ve been through FAR worse in life… I got this, right?
(still freakin out, man).