Somehow, someway I put those four traumatic months of ruminating and preparing behind me…
… and I remember feeling remarkably serene the night before my surgery.
Believe it or not, I really was truly at peace… because I knew that I’d done everything I could to maximize my chances of success… and because I did everything I could to minimize the burden I would be on my family and friends.
Anyway, just before bed, I handed hardcopies of my will, final wishes, and power of attorney to my executors… and I verbally expressed to them those things that were most important to me should things go wrong.
That night I had the best sleep I’d had since I heard those three horrible words.