Been trying to write this post for the last hour. It turned into an essay so I deleted it as I can’t seem to say anything right. Will keep it short:
I’m sure everything will be fine tomorrow, but I couldn’t go into surgery without saying thanks for being my best friends, for helping my see value in my life, and for the amazing support I often felt so unworthy of. This tumor thing could have broken me before I even got to surgery seeing as I’d just had the worst month of my life. You helped get me to a good place, and this has made everything OK.
Best of luck tomorrow Jeff! We’re all pulling for you. Skip said he’s hoping to be able to visit you later this week when he’s back so looking forward to hearing about it.
We’re with you in spirit. Sucks that there’s no such thing as astral projection, though, I’d love to stop by your room post-op for a cool conversation. 😀