In fourteen days, also known as two weeks, I will arrive at the hospital for my craniotomy.
Every day I feel more glad that this will happen. Every day I become more scared about this happening.
The surgery feels like the beginning of a second chance at life, hiking, camping, running, dancing. An infinite future stretches out beyond it that glimmers on the horizon. I’m also completely focused on that one day and no matter how much I try reality doesn’t seem to go beyond it.
The surgery could be described as a door. I suspect I know the wonderful things on the other side but reality is that it’s closed right now. It (and my head ha ha) opens on December 4th. Hopefully it opens onto something wonderful.
After all it’s 24 days until my birthday…