I can't believe my surgery is only 4 days away. Everyone around here is working so hard to finish up projects that have been set into motion (high gear is more like it). I don't even feel like I am helping... I am more like the pile mover. I see a pile, I sort through it, essentially making four more piles, and then get involved with another pile to the point where I forget that piles 1 through 5 even existed. There should be a statute of limitations on piles.

My stay at the "big house" as some who work there call it, will actually end earlier than I initially thought. They say only 1-2 days in. After which, I think I'll recoop at my moms for a few days so that the kiddos aren't having to tip toe around me and I get some extra days under my belt.

I am holding up pretty well, atleast from my vantage point... others (Jason) may disagree. I spoke with another friend (whom I met through Keeper's) that works in radiation up at Dartmouth. He was really helpful in talking about my decisions, and ensured my confidence in the program up there. Whenever a new idea or revelation comes to the table though, I get a little anxious about the decisions I am making. I then go back to my inner drawing board, go down the list of why and why not, and I find myself back where landed earlier. Now I need to find myself crawling into bed.