Pray, hope and don't worry

Optifast is going pretty well--I have had some major victories in resisting temptation and I have gotten used to the taste of the shakes and bars and such and almost like some of them.

The hospital called the other day, to discuss the admission details. Only four more days! I have an afternoon surgery, which I was hoping not to get. Having it in the morning is easier, I have found. Things can get backed up in theatre and you can end up waiting a long time. But I don't mind all that much, as I am really excited.

I am a bit of an old hand when it comes to surgery, so I am not really nervous. I have had a total of 9 surgeries; this will be my 10th. And one of them was a transplant. So, I know that although there is always some risk, I just have to follow the advice of St. Padre Pio: 'pray, hope, and don't worry.'