Two days until I go into hospital, so it’s time to decide what this experience is going to be. The way I see it, it can go one of two ways. It can either be the worst experience of my life so far, or the first step of the biggest adventure of my life so far.
This blog has received over 1000 visitors since I first started it. It’s put me back in contact with old friends, connected me with the Chiari support community and given me a space to share my experiences and findings. I certainly never expected that a blog like this would be a success, and I hope it continues to help others with Chiari malformations long after my surgery experience is over. Even though my experience has only just begun, I’d like to thank everyone who has been reading and commenting here. I may be silent for a while now, but I will let you all know how my surgery went and what it was like as soon as I’m able.
Tonight, my family and friends who live nearby are having a Viking feast to celebrate my upcoming adventure. I really didn’t know if I’d be able to muster up enough strength to host a dinner only a few nights before my surgery, so I’m quite proud of myself for hanging in there and finding a reason to celebrate rather than let it get the best of me. Tomorrow, my mother and sister are taking me out for the day. Anything to keep me busy, to keep me from feeling down or anxious. Keeping busy is much better than just sitting at home, where my fatigue takes over and I find myself inclined to just stay in bed all day.
So clearly, whether my anxiety has accepted it or not, this is going to be an adventure, not a massive dramatic catastrophe. I just have to keep my chin up, think of the good things, stay in good company, and before I know it I’ll be on the other side.