Oct. 5th I awaken in what feels like the middle of the night to be at the hospital at 5:30 am. Up, do the scrub prescribed which was a repeat of the process right before bedtime. Close the two suitcases, one for the hospital and one for the stay at my sisters afterwards for recovery time. Pack up the car, survey to see if anything is left behind, stop and pray.
I drive to sis's home and she and her husband drive me to the hospital where we are met with my other sister and niece. Admitting is momentary and I'm off to get changed into hospital duds, the pre-op area they usher me into is waiting with several carousels filled with an array of bags, wow all that stuff's going in me? A team of Docs stops in over the next half hour introducing themselves and their part in the surgery team. Everyone is nice, chipper and makes me feel confident. Family is let back in before I'm whisked away. I feel strangely calm, much more so than my sisters are looking, they are nervous and apprehensive and teary-eyed. We re-assure one another and I'm off and being wheeled down the hall and making small jokes with the group that is flanking me.
The O.R. is stone cold but before I know it I have pre-warmed blankets covering me, everyone sets about their job, there is a flurry of activity by no less than at least a dozen people that I can see, I drift of with the 23rd Psalms on my lips. ..
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