With surgery on Tuesday, I have settled into a strange sort of calm. As a musician, I've perfected the art of "positive visualization", except instead of a good performance and wild applause, I "see" the surgeons going in and getting the tumor, or most of it, and then I imagine myself opening my eyes--both of them, so that I can hear the doctor say, "you did great, you're going to be fine". It may sound hokey, but it's gotten me through my share of stage fright. Of course, wild applause would be welcome as well.
My husband has also calmed down and has been terrific in the pre-surgery days. I can see in his eyes that he's worried about me, but I know he will be the rock I need as I try to recover. Interestingly, our 20 year-old son has been calmer than either of us. After his initial meltdown he has been amazing. I maintain that my son is my most important accomplishment. He is an exceptional young man. I am prouder of him than I can say.
I can feel your good thoughts and your prayers--keep them coming.
Marci