Dear
Butterfly and
cornishhedge
Gosh, what a pair you two are!
You both come over in your posts as full of wit, and verve, and enthusiasm for life. That is, apart from the odd few times when you are full of Anxiety, Panic Attacks, and General Gloopy Gloom.
I was going to say something which I thought was very profound and clever of me... but then I notice Butterfly has said that many people have had my exact same profound, clever thought. (Shucks, what made me think I'd be the clever one?!) Anyway, it's just this... I honestly believe that in the days, possibly weeks, leading up to your surgeries, a quiet sense of Calm will come over you both.
You've made the biggest step when you said to your surgeons, "Take me, I'm yours." The surgeries are now, if not a
fait accompli, then at least a
fait very much past the drawing board stage. Hang loose, go with the flow, keep on truckin' - stuff like that.
I am not praying for either of you, and as I am sure there is no one listening. I think the God in the Bible is a nasty piece of work, and the last thing I would do is worship him. (Maybe he'll remind me of this when I am at the pearly gates and he directs me to the elevator, with the controls set at Down.)
But I do believe there is some kind of life force in the Universe which somehow permeates our consciousness. And I can tell by the way both of you express yourselves that you are more than amply permeated!
Relax! Enjoy!
Glynis