This may sound strange and morbid, but so be it.
I feel a need to write a love letter to my husband of 36 years before I leave, in the event that I do not come back.
We all know that surgeries are risky and these guys will be drilling near and stretching my brainstem. My neck could break again when they do the traction, or my skull break loose from my spine (because it did that originally in the surgery....I don't want to worry anyone reading here who is about to go for the ICT...these things do not happen to those without broken necks. But I was told last time that my neck breaking "could" happen. )
Anyway, we just don't know, and the words that I'd say standing in airport getting ready to go through security would never be enough to express all the love I have for this wonderful man.
I want to write a letter to my son, too. Then, I'll let my sister know where they are hidden, just in case.
I don't feel any premonitions, or I wouldn't go. In my mind, I am returning home and doing remarkably well. Lots of years left.
But, it just is something that feel important for me to do.
And just part of the story.