Six Days To Go

I'm ambivalent

Sometimes I’m super scared of this surgery.

It could be as long as 14 hours, or as short as 8. Send lots of energy and good concentration thoughts to Evan Ong, please.

I could end up in the ICU right afterwards. It’s such a tough surgery I may need that much supervision. Oye.

But I ran 4 miles today for the first time since before Christmas. So I’m thinking I may be a star in terms of recovery. Gotta get up and walking around asap. I’ll get in laps around the ward, I hope.

I am working towards getting in 30 veggies and fruits in this week leading up to the surgery. I will be in optimal health. Except for continued chemo recovery, obvs.

I really hope I’ll get an epidural. The last big surgery I had, the epidural was a wonderful, helpful tool in my recovery. The doctor/anaesthesiologist who gave it to me was amazing. He was so kind and caring. Came to check on me twice in the week after surgery. Reassured me beforehand about the side effects I was worried about. I wish I had given him a hug to thank him. (Maybe a certain doctor who reads this could pass on my gratitude?)

I hope, if I get an epidural, the anesthesiologist is as skilled as the previous one.

The other day I watched Aubrey skipping down the road in front of me, in the rain. She was wearing a big turquoise raincoat, flowery leggings and big fat muck boots. It was so delightful. I want more delight.

Yesterday Joseph was instructing Aubrey how to tie her own shoes. It was an adorable moment.

Reminder, it’s my 40th birthday the day of my surgery. Please let me wake up to a bazillion messages of well wishes and terrible jokes about getting old. This is your call to action.

I’ll update from my room.

Much love,

Some opinionated, chatty ducks, for your enjoyment. These are Moo, Quack, Squeak and Bugle. You’re welcome.