As I get closer to a brain surgery,
I realize people much younger, and way older than me,
have gone through far worse catastrophes,
I should rejoice that that has not been me.
Yet its tough to be thankful for what you have not,
To celebrate the thing that was not, never was.
To even know what it would be like when you,
haven’t been there and you don’t have a clue.
But this fear is quite real, I recall how it felt,
to be right up to the moment and back out, due to panic.
It means so much more to me this time, hope I follow through.
This is something I am strongly hoping to do.