So, this brings me up to right before I left town to go to surgery. I had wanted to do this last fall, but other issues came up, putting things off until February to start talking to Dr. Brassard again. On March 20th I started getting serious about things, as Brassard's office came back with a July 1st date. That's when everything finally became real, that I was actually going to have it done. This reality check led me to not want to be out of the country, so I started looking in earnest for stateside surgeons.
And then, just a little over 60 days later, I was about to have it done.
During those 60 days, I went through a range of emotions: doubt that it was "really" going to happen, being at peace, being excited, being scared. I had a couple of minor breakdowns. The biggest issue was trying to play it cool and not get my hopes up too much out of the fear something would go wrong or be wrong and I couldn't proceed.
Worst of all was the fear that I would wake up and be told something went wrong.
Between stressing about insurance and paying for it, I worked on arranging travel plans, a companion, and getting some basic supplies set up. I also had to do a lot of cleaning and prepping to get my kids ready to be away for the summer while I recovered. I tried not to think too much about surgery or post-op life, trying to not get my hopes up and keeping busy around the house getting everything ready.
But then I came up to the day before I left town. That was my final day for packing, checking in, getting everything ready to go. At that point, there was nothing short of an accident keeping me from the surgery. I was excited, and it was really going to happen!