Here we go-Part 2: meeting the storm head on. In my last “hurricane” post I reflected on how writing about the planned medical procedures of an unknown nature is so much like watching a hurricane approaching and wondering how painful or devastating it might be.
This past week has been filled with prepping lesson plans for my substitute for this next month, de-cluttering and organizing a room for my home recovery, following up on medical details. I even finished filling out my Durable Power of Attorney for Health and had it notarized. That made me feel melancholy to work through end of life choices, but I do feel better now knowing that is all decided. I even chose a cemetery and method of burial.
As I worked on it, I reminded myself that I probably have many years left to change my ideas about things, but it is good to have a baseline. The one thing I am throwing out there publicly is, I do want to be an organ donor, but I definitely do NOT want my body given to a real Human Body Exhibition. I’m sure it is fascinating to view. One of our adult children thinks that would be a neat idea, for their self. But, I wouldn’t be comfortable with that much exposure even if it was artistically done. ( I know, I’d be dead but I believe strongly in the life of a spirit living eternally, so I would know…) haha.
Also, I have been diagnosed for years as clinically depressed, so this past week has been a battle with my sad side. But, here we are getting ready to travel to a town near Seattle tonight to stay with friends from college. My home is two hours from Seattle, so overnighting closer to the medical venue will help me be calm in the morning. The first procedure has an 8:40 am arrival time. That is the start of the unknown—how long will it take? Will the pain be bearable? Will l stay in the hospital tomorrow night or return to our friend’s home?
The "Known" things—the surgeon is awesome and experienced, our friends from college are fun, my husband is driving us on the congested freeway to the friend’s house so I could just sleep all the way there if I wanted to. The best “known thing” is that so many friends and relatives have already been praying for a positive outcome, and I know that God loves me and will help me through this journey.