it's 9pm the night before my hysterectomy. i'm sipping a "pasteurized sparkling saline laxative". lemon flavored and chilled. mmm.
i feel positive. i'm not looking forward to another hospital stay, but i'm resigned to it and eager to move things along. i can't wait to get to the point where cancer is not such a central topic in my life.
i hope they don't find any cancer cells lurking amongst my innards. i don't feel like i have any microscopic interlopers, but if they're microscopic, how would i know? perhaps it's wishful thinking. i hope not.
the silver lining is that the drugs they give me will take care of the annoying joint pain i've acquired the last few weeks. at least there's that. i wish there were internet access in the hospital.
and now, the rest of that "bowel prep"...