Impending Doom

Surgery is scheduled for tomorrow...and to be honest, I have been feeling terrified for the last few days now. I've had this procedure done before, but I think this time there seems to be more at stake.

Now I know that as part of the preparation, it is the doctors responsibility to explain all the risks involved with having the procedure done. I think my doctor was just TOO GOOD at that explanation, and I have been scared to death since.

So many things can go wrong, as well as so many things that COULD be wrong. The thing that bothers me the most is that I wont know what has happened until I wake up. I could have a shiny new pacemaker when I awaken, I could have a huge scar because open heart surgery was needed, I may not wake up at all. Its beyond scary, and has now started to keep me awake at night. I'm trying not the forsee the worst, but I'm having a very difficult time.

I've been praying, and hoping for the best, and I hope my family and friends all do the same.

Love, Happiness and Pethair,
Shannon

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