I got the call with my surgery time. It’s 3:45 pm EST on April 6, 2016.
“Things will work out”
To say that I am nervous, is an understatement. In the past for all but one other surgery that I have had the decision was my choice. I have been able to say “this needs to happen” or “my health depends on me doing this”.
I have said over and over that this was not my choice. I did not choose to have this happen to me.
I am sick of watching life pass me over. I am sick of watching others dreams come true, while mine are delayed.
Why is it that I have to be the “strong” one? When do I get my turn?
I am digging deep today within myself to find the strength that I know I have.