Surgery is in 12 days.
I'm nervous.
I'm excited.
I'm a bit scared.
I'm hopeful.
I told my mom that I was scared and she reminded me that I didn't have to go through with it. I then reminded her that being scared wasn't a good excuse to not do something.
My brother just went sky diving. We agreed that being a pansy isn't a cop-out option.
Balls to the wall, let's do this.
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