It's Go Time

It's the night before the big surge. Tomorrow we'll be rising and shining at 5 a.m. and'll Stanford-bound shortly thereafter. It's raining and I kind of wish it wasn't -- but if I've learned anything these past few months, it's that you can't fight mother nature. So be it.

Our pre-op day today was, surprisingly, as long as an average workday. Because my procedure will encompass overlapping departments (Stanford's ENT department, their neurosurgery department and the actual Hospital -- mind you, 3 separate buildings and their staff, all of whom want to separately take your blood pressure and have you fill out forms), it's been a little bit of an undertaking on its own. But it felt good to be in the presence of doctors -- geniuses, these guys I have at Stanford -- and it was amazingly a boost that I needed. In fact, I feel oddly at peace considering what's about to go down tomorrow.

So, regarding recovery news: my mom is gonna take over blogging duties tomorrow (and by the way, how cool is it that my mom is gonna blog?), granted she can get to a computer sometime following the procedure. The job on me won't be completed until around 6 p.m. PST, so I suppose, now that I think about it, it could very well be Thursday that the news gets posted on here.

My mom will also be posting details about what can expected from me/us during my recovery, which unfortunately isn't the most glamorous process in the world. I do know, however, I'll remain at Stanford until at least Sunday.

So, I'm gonna try and get some sleep (despite it being the main activity I can expect to be undertaking over the next few days), though I have one last thing to mention: I just finished listening to a lot of your voicemails and reading your texts and e-mails, and once again, am finding myself in a humbling position of gratitude for having people like you to count on. Thanks so much, as always, and hopefully it won't be long before you'll be hearing from me again.

Lots of love to you all.