Just two more days until my hand surgery.
It has been:
And I have until 9:30 am until they cut it open, scoop out the tumor, pack it full of bone graft and stitch me up. I don't know how I feel. I hate that I am going back to square one. That I will come home in a cast and a sling and start the process of healing from the beginning. I have been doing this for months and months and it finally doesn't hurt all the time. Now it will. So on the one hand I am nervous and frustrated and a little angry at circumstances.
On the other hand it means that I am finally a step closer to being back closer to normal. My hand and especially that finger will never be 100% again but close would be good. I am ready for close. Come on close...