Smile

With the ever-coming-closer surgery date, I find myself feeling a little more at peace. Of course this could be because I’m feeling a little better and am secretly hoping it will be canceled. Yet having been through the fire drill a few times before…. knowing exactly what it is they will be doing…. it’s not like I’m coming in cold, no I’m all warmed up.
I’m educated about my illness.
I’m comfortable with my surgeon’s knowledge and abilities (though his staff leaves something to be desired).
I realize the surgeon is a pioneer in his field.
I know the risks. I know the advantages.
And ultimately, not to pat myself on the back… but I know my own strength. Having been in positions, literally, where your adrenaline is in a “fight or flight” mode… I’m a “going down swinging” kind of chick!

Ya, whatever is going to happen, is going to happen. I have fought this thing with every ounce of my being.
I will continue to fight, because life and my quality of life is worth fighting for.
I may stumble. I may fall. But I will continue to get up.

And I will always
SMILE