I have surgery scheduled for tomorrow morning. If I don’t update in the next week after surgery it is because I have died. Complications from gallbladder removal can be life threatening – especially if they cause a bleed in my abdomen.
If that happens, I won’t even know. I just won’t wake up. Not the best way to die since I will not have reached age 40, but its definitely better than being awake and in pain if I had to choose. Being put under anesthesia is the DEFINITION of death without pain.
I will miss being able to see my babies grow up. That will be super sucky. I love Bronson & Evie more than they’ll ever truly understand. And worse,… they are so young. Bronson *might* remember me, being 3. But Evie won’t, guaranteed.
Hopefully I don’t die.
Hopefully this surgery helps my digestion issues and I can continue living and my health will improve. Having my gallbladder removed is supposed to help me. Best case scenario is that I no longer have any issues with food, that I have no complications, and that I continue to lose weight.
Lets hope for that one. The other is too dreary… and just morbid.