It is the eve before my surgery. Tomorrow at 5:30 am I have to be at the hospital for my hysterectomy.
Everyone keeps asking me if I am nervous. And my first reaction is that No, I am not.
But then I think about what could happen. And okay, maybe I am little nervous.
But I suppose that is what life is like. If I focused only on the what-could-happen's, or the what ifs, I would be a nervous wreck. And most days I am worried enough without going there.
There comes a point when you just have to trust. Just release the control and believe that everything happens for a reason. Even if it doesn't make sense or follow your plan.
That's why we should attempt to live life to the fullest, why we should cherish the little things in life, and why we should always share the love that we feel.
Because you never know what might happen.
Mike had a gig last Friday night...he stayed home a little longer than he had originally planned, to visit with a friend who came over with her new baby. So he arrived later to the gig than he might normally have. One of the band members rushed up to him a little freaked out because only half and hour before, his girlfriend's co-worker had walked into the bar, went to sit down, slumped over and passed away.
Just like that. On a Friday night at dinnertime, in a bar.
No goodbyes, no warnings, no chance to say what he might have wanted to.
So I try to live by these thoughts: Life is precious. Enjoy every moment. And share every feeling, especially if it is to tell someone how much you love them. You just never know what might happen.
I intend to have an awesome surgery tomorrow, to come home (this time) with a positive result. And to recover quickly and easily amidst the love and well wishes of my family and friends.