Dad's surgery is tomorrow morning, bright and early. I've been doing pretty well thus far, but now it's staring me in the face, and I'm starting to feel anxious. I'm sure I'll be fine again once I get the call from Mom saying that all went well, but right now, the emotional bits of my brain are fighting against the logical "they do this surgery
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