That's it really.
I'm not afraid of dying, I'm afraid of leaving my wonderful child. We're ridiculously close...we both have Aspergers and 'get' each other, and although he loves DH very much he'd struggle without me.
And most of all I'm afraid of brain damage. The awfulness of the stage between living and dead is horrendous.
It's all so sudden. I was only admitted on Friday night unexpectedly, now they're sawing my head open later this morning to deal with a bleed and tumour. A couple of days ago I was planning an active bank holiday weekend outdoors.
Has anyone had this done and woken up fine and dandy and happy to have had the surgery?
Thanks.