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I had a dream. I was talking to a friend of mine who has been gone for a few years. I don't remember the dream, but I had the distinct feeling I had been comforted by her.
The upshot of this whole thing is I'm now no longer worrying about the procedure. I can't say I'm doing jumping jacks about it, however I'm pretty much just being mellow and going forward.
I also remembered my appendectomy. I was ten, and I remember sliding from the bed to the gurney as they were about to take me to surgery. The nurse said, "Brave little girl." I wasn't crying, complaining, whimpering, or anything. But I know I was scared. I just didn't figure it would do me any good to be all emotional. I understood this was a life or death situation.
When I looked at how my ten-year-old self acted and how I'm acting now, I thought, "I can be at least as good as my 10-year-old self, if not better."
After that, the stress melted away.
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