Tomorrow

Tonight, I will wrap up my work week early. I will do my best to help my coworkers who are so graciously covering my position for me while I am away. I will make sure that everything is left in the best possible ways, a little difficult in a world where we deal with changing information by the minute. I will worry that I have forgotten something when I get into my little, yellow truck to drive home.

Tonight, I will trust that my family has everything under control, but I will also wish I could provide a better plan to help them. They don't realize how little I do, but it seems like they are all very worried about the upcoming days. I wish they had more help, and I regret scheduling a surgery that will affect their extra-curricular activities. But what's done is done, and they will manage.

Tomorrow, I will wake much too soon from my short night of sleep. I will follow my directions and I will be ready.

Excitement has been building as I consider what we might find. Perhaps its an easy fix and in a short amount of time I'll be back to who I was more than a year ago. Or maybe its not an easy fix but we'll have answers and a plan.

I'm not nervous so much as excited. I'm not afraid or worried about the actual surgery. I trust my doctor and I know he'll do everything he can to help me be more mobile.

Tomorrow, I hope I will sleep. For so long I've lived with this constant, exhausting pain, I can't help but hope that we can find a way to end it. The thought of sleeping without the pain is what I look forward to. Even if its just for a few weeks of drug induced sleep, I am excited that I will sleep.

In less 24 hours I hope to be back home and in my bed. I hope that my knee is on its way to healing and I come home with new goals. Goals that will make this adventure a little less of a struggle.