Ugh.

I've been doing great with mentally preparing for this surgery and life afterwards until literally LAST NIGHT when I started to feel anxiety about it. What if something happens when I'm having the surgery? I don't want to leave my seven year old, etc, etc etc.

The logical side of me knows that death is so unlikely but I still worry about something happening.

Anyone else feeling this way?

I will never forget what someone else told me when I was worried about surgery: you can either die on the operating table or die not trying to save your life as a fat person

I would rather live with 5-7 small scars on my tummy which I don't expose that much to the sun anyway than to die, fat and unscarred and unscathed.

First, hi to a fellow KCMO pal! ?

Second, yes I thought about this. But I just talked myself through it. And actually the morning of surgery I was cool as a cucumber...it’s that week before that got me going “what if” to everything.