My surgery was originally set for January 4. The night before, I did all the prep - took a ton of antibiotics (which made me sick) and all the other good stuff. Woke up in the morning hopeful and nervous after a night of fitful sleep. Got into the shower, and when I got out there was a message on my phone. From the doctor's office. Dr. B had the flu and my surgery was cancelled. I sobbed. I was so psychologically invested in getting the surgery done - in finding answers - and the rug was pulled out from underneath me.
We rescheduled for the 28th. It was cutting it close if my period didn't come right on time but the 4th, the ideal date, I had to be out of town for a mediation and couldn't change it.
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