SMALL WORRY

The doctor asked me the other day if I or anyone in my family has had any allergic reactions to anesthesia. I’ve never had anesthesia and as far as I know, no one in my family has had any adverse reactions to it.

But this has given me something new to think about, and yes, worry a little bit about. You hear about people dying for some kind of screw up or an allergic reaction to the anesthesia. Or even worse, an incompetent anesthesiologist making grave mistakes.

I guess there’s that small chance that I could actually die during this surgery and I should be prepared for that. By being prepared, I mean, leaving some kind of good bye for my loved ones.

I feel like I should write a letter to Don, Danielle, and Jake telling them how much I love them and what my hopes and dreams would be for their futures. But I started crying just writing that last sentence. I don’t know if I’m up to writing out three letters in the next 2 days. We’ll see.

Don, Danielle, and Jake… if I’m dead and you read this and found no personal letters laying around… please know how much I love you. There’s is nothing more that I would want in this world but to grow old loving all three of you and being a part of your lives. God had other plans, and God knows best. I will be watching all three of you as you go on and live long and fulfilling lives. Be the best you can be… and enjoy the journey.

To the rest of my family… please know how much I love all of you. Thank you for loving me.

Okay… now I’m really crying.