>I’m facing something this week that I’ve never had to worry about before. I’ve dodged the question from friends wondering why I’ve been absent at events, smile through the pain when one of my attacks happen. I’ve kept this secret from everyone except my husband and parents. I’m having surgery this week. Is it a major, life-threatening surgery? No. But when it’s you and your body, you tend to think of all the what-ifs. I know I’ll be fine, that it’s for the best, but it still worries me. I’m scared. There I said it, something I never admit. Sometimes I have to let go and remember what I continue to “be” for.
He is my constant.
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