The phone call was basically anti-climatic.
"I'm calling to schedule your surgery"
The date, mutually consented.....Tuesday, February 28th. The time to be determined later, as in the day before.
Instructions have arrived in the mail.
This coming Tuesday, Valentine's Day, is the last "class". It's called "NURSE EDUCATOR" class and Joe will accompany me. It's the down-and-dirty session where all questions will be answered, making it very real and hopefully, not scary. My surgeon has already met with me and soothed me with his candor and confidence. According to him, the show will all be over in thirty minutes. I'm assuming that he means thirty minutes of his time. I know I will be pre-occupied in the O.R. for longer than that. Thirty minutes and hopefully, a lifetime of distorted self-image will disappear forever.
Next week, I will "diet" in earnest. No, I will not have the Last Supper every day from now until the 28th. That's not a particularly good idea. The smaller my liver is, the happier my surgical team will be. March will be a time of peculiar ups and downs. Lose weight now. Gain 10 to 20 pounds in thirty minutes due to surgery. Lose weight again. One year later, see a weight gain, it's expected. Okay, one step at a time.
I will update after the Nurse class. Seems funny tho. I'm a nurse and I've been an educator. Hmmmm. Maybe there's a career opportunity ahead. If I'm starting a new life, I'll still be young enough. Right? Hmmmm.