Today we had the consult with the doctor and signed the paperwork for the surgery. He explained the details of the procedure and the risks and everything. Dom was there to ask all the questions I never remember to ask and to get all the info firsthand so I don’t garble it in translation. Bella sat on his lap and ate her lunch and made faces at the doctor.
Friday morning I meet with the anesthesiologist at the hospital. It seems a bit ironic, Good Friday and all that. A week from Friday is the surgery. Which the doctor reiterated should be very simple, recovery should be a day or so. He doesn’t expect to find anything.
I must confess, I’m dreading it. I just want to get it over with. But the doctor did say that if he doesn’t find anything, as he expects he won’t, then this will be over and done with. I can get back to my regularly scheduled life. Oh, I pray that that’s how it goes.