I find myself dragging my feet. There appointments that need to be made, decisions about treatment and/or surgery loom in the future. And… I simply don’t want to do it. I know it needs to be done eventually and probably the longer I wait the harder they will be… Bu
T I’m still reluctant. I know to much. I remember too much. No matter how good the ultimate outcome is, surgery basically sucks. But then I whine about the fact that I can’t see straight in front if me. Which also sucks. Sko what’s the tipping point? When does the desire outweigh the fear? I don’t know.
Natalie Abbott 