When I feel I’m more in control, my mind tells me something different. The feelings I have are normal pre-operative feelings; but the more I try and think of other things, my mind goes back to what I’m putting myself through today.
It’s amazing how the mind and body work. The adrenalin rush seems almost impossible to stop. I’m not sure whether I’m happy to be getting rid of what I have known for 8 years, or the apprehension at the prospect of going under the knife to do it, maybe both.
I know it’s not an option to hold on to the lesions, so I need to run with this. I tend not to let things get in the way of what I need to do. When we’re ill or we go through trauma we’re always on our own. Blogging here today has given me another take on my situation. Half an hour of going under the knife has to be better than living with what I have now.
I know when my mother was alive, she was constantly worrying about moles. Given that none of us have any certainty on our health, it’s better that they go. I’m ready to pave the way by taking doses of Arnica to help with the healing process.
It’s time for me to pro-active and get with it.