So far I have been able to deal with my diagnosis in a largely abstract/academic manner. I have researched and planned and studied. I have been able to talk about it calmly with coworkers and family members. In fact, they have all been amazed by my composure in the midst of all of this. Then the phone call came… telling me that the surgery has been scheduled for December 13th. That is just 10 days away. And as I calmly spoke to Maria from admissions, I felt a rush of panic rush over me. I need to remind myself to breath. I have faced challenges before and have made it through darkness, and I’ll do it again this time because I am strong!
“I’ve battled demons that won’t let me sleep;
Called to the sea, but she abandoned me.
But I won’t ever give up, no, never give up, no, no
No, I won’t ever give up, no, never give up, no, no
And I won’t let you get me down
I’ll keep gettin’ up when I hit the ground…”