Two Weeks to Go

Two weeks from today will be my surgery. I thought I was doing okay until Monday evening when I noticed that I was low on energy. At first I thought it was too much exercise over the weekend and Monday.

Nah. Sounded like denial to me when I thought it.

Then I realized that under the surface I have been starting to ponder the surgery more. I can't say I am worried, afraid, or anxious, but it is just starting to be a nagging sense of what is coming. I have not had a surgery since I had wisdom teeth pulled (and the resulting dry sockets and oral surgery) in late 1978 early 1979. Before that it was tonsils at age 10. This will be, for all practical purposes a whole new experience.

I can voice all the right ideas- powerlessness, trust, etc. But this will be a different way of seeing and feeling those. But it also means that I have to start practicing them now.

Lord, give me patience- and as quickly as possible.