Clear headed

 Christmas was fabulous!  I so enjoyed spending time with family.  I was so thankful for the blessing of just being in the moment.  I didn’t think about this possibly being my last Christmas if surgery doesn’t go well.  I just enjoyed the gathering, the love and joy.

Now with that over, it’s time to get serious about what needs to be done.  Covid booster is scheduled and will happen tomorrow so that is the last “requirement “ before surgery.

The rest, feels a bit like nesting.  Getting my house in order, stocking the fridge for Natali, writing down (well first remembering them) all my passwords and log in information, destroying journals and stories written that I don’t want others seeing if I die, among so many other things…

The list seems endless.  Time dragged on waiting for January to get here and now I’m only three weeks away from surgery.  So much to do.  I just hope I don’t get so wrapped up in trying to control this situation instead of laughing and enjoying my days.

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