I’m frustrated tonight. I didn’t sleep at all last night because I had to be up at 5:30am to be at the lab for my pre-op blood work at 6am so Chuck could take me before work. I ended up falling asleep mid morning so now I’m not tired at all. I’m totally not up for another sleepless night. I have an appointment with my new oncologist tomorrow afternoon. I’d like to be in a good frame of mind when I meet her. *sigh*
But what’s actually frustrating me is the phone call I received this afternoon. The plastic surgeon’s office called to let me know that something has come up and my surgery has been rescheduled to next week. I wonder if doctors and hospitals realize that it’s not just the patient who is affected? With the surgery scheduled for Friday, Chuck was able to be home with me Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday. Now he’ll only be able to be home the day of surgery and maybe the day after. Not to mention that I’m scared to death and just want this all to be over. I don’t want to be put to sleep and I don’t want to have a breathing tube down my throat again. I’m afraid and pushing surgery back just gives me more time to worry. Ugh!
Thank you for coming back each day and reading.
~ Carol Anne