The Sunday Before…
Today was full of activity: we had ‘water communion‘ at church, then I had to co-facilitate a meeting for parents who want their children to participate in the Our Whole Lives course, finally, MaryBeth and I took the kids swimming at a county aquatic center. (We left the house at 10a and got back around 7p.) Whew…I’m tuckered.
Today was also challenging as many folks at church felt moved to convey their wishes of good luck for the upcoming surgery. I spent a lot of time trying to console these friends, reassuring them that I will be fine. Unfortunately, in doing so, I became more and more morose, worrying about what may (or may not) happen on Thursday and beyond.
I have to admit that it has become increasingly more difficult to remain “positive” as I get closer to the surgery. It was one thing to be positive and upbeat about a procedure that was weeks or months away. Now that the surgery is 4 days away, I’m finding it harder to be positive. Tomorrow, I’m heading into the office for my last day until my recovery is over. I have the sense that I will be spending a lot of time consoling friends and colleagues.
People have said I am amazing for how I’m dealing with my situation. I dare say that people think I’m “courageous” for how I’m handling things. I found the following quote today:
Courage is the art of being the only one who knows you’re scared to death.
Right now, today, I’m feeling particularly courageous!
Merle