Surgery number two for our precious little girl is on the calendar.
It is sooner than we expected.
We hoped for a worry-free vacation and birthday celebration before having to deal with this again, but the doctor trumped our plans.
"No, it needs to be done quickly."
So here we go again. I tell myself that we're ready. I tell myself that it will be okay. I suck it up and show my strong, brave face to the world.
My child is healthy. My child is happy. We are blessed with a lovely home and loving family. We have fantastic neighbors and friends. We have nothing to feel down about. We are so lucky.
Right?
I figure if I keep telling myself that, it will help.
March 29th - here we go again.