So, what's the verdict? It is official, Dara needs surgery.
When I heard the doctor tell me the grim news, I wasn't surprised. He explained what it is I have, the surgical procedure, and brought in a resident to explain the pre-operation test. The surgery is scheduled for next month. While in the examination room, I stared out the window with mixed emotions. I'm relieved to know that this 2 year nightmare will end, and there's a chance I'll walk well again. That made me smile. However, the fact I'm going under the knife scares me. Although the surgery itself is outpatient, it's something I've never experienced. For some reason that evoked sad emotion out of me.
I'm grateful to my doctor and the hospital staff for all their help. This was long overdue, and I'm glad I will have some relief next year. However, I still feel scared.