Or maybe “C” day would be more fitting.

Whatever. The point is, today (well, it’s 11:45 PM, so in 15 minutes) is THE DAY.

Mom’s surgery starts at 7:00 AM. By 8:30 they should know if they are going to go ahead with the whole thing or if the cancer has spread to her lymph nodes. While she will be peacefully dreaming, the rest of us will be crammed in a tiny waiting room and sleeping in hospital corners waiting for the news.

Well, I’ll probably be in the mental institution down the road being force fed sedatives so I don’t die, but that’s another post all on its own.

I wish tomorrow was already here and gone so I’d know what happened and what to do with myself. Right now it’s all about making plans and back up plans and figuring out wills and where we’ll move to and whatever else has to happen in case of worst case scenarios. It’s not fun or pretty or even realistic but when my anxiety flares up like this I talk, and over analyze, and end up having chest pains and hyperventilating.

Okay, enough of this! Just keep our family in your hearts and thoughts and I’ll post what I know as soon as I possibly can.