Life and death. It’s funny how much you start to think about life and death sitting in the surgery waiting room, scared shitless hoping that the doctor really knows what they are doing to your loved one, and how many times they have done this type of surgery. You know, all the things you forgot to ask while at your pre-op appointment. There are always two sides to a coin, there’s the side of life and the side of death, and either way you toss it you both are possible. I hate that I can sit here on wonder what life will be like if the person is missing, how awful it might be, how lonely, and how things change. Life scares me, and death is always looming. But I get you can’t always go around living your life in fear, because if that was the case wouldn’t being dead be better? I don’t know this is me just rambling on about whatever, this is me scared and nervous.
