It’s less than twelve hours before Nyana’s surgery, and I have yet to go to bed. It’s not that I’m up worrying about it—to be honest, I’m not too nervous about the procedure itself at all. I’m more nervous and hung up on what g-tube surgery means for the next twelve, 18 months of our lives, and stuck on the “what-if’s” of if and when things go wrong.
Don and I are confident that we’re making the right decision and we’re humbled and overwhelmed by the love and support that all of you have shown us leading up to her big day. We’d be honoured if you’d leave her a comment today and wish her luck.
Thanks again to all of you for cheering the three of us on.