No Worries

You’ll be fine, the mother said.
You’ll be fine, the father said.
You’ll be fine, the brother said.
You’ll be fine, the sister-in-law said.
You’ll be fine, the husband said.
You’ll be fine, the friend said.

I’m getting surgery next week and THERE IS NO GUARANTEE THAT I WILL BE FINE.

Okay, I just needed to get that off my chest.

I’m all for positive thinking, and I will admit that this is minor laparoscopic surgery, nothing too major, but if life came with guarantee tags, the doctor would not have had to sit me down for a half hour consultation and go over all the risks. I realize people are trying to be helpful and optimistic. And I realize I’ve probably said, “You’ll be fine” to other people hundreds of times in attempt to put them at ease about various issues (um...sorry 'bout that). But tonight, after Ron got home from work, I told him: I just need to talk about what’s going to happen and I need someone to listen to me about my fears! So he sat down beside me and listened and hugged me.

I feel better now.