TOPSurgery: It's Gonna Happen!!!

I received a phone call from the surgeon's office on June 12th. They said that they had an opening for me on July 6th, 2018. I was dumbfounded!  Not February 2019, but right after the 4th of July! 
Exactly 2 months and 6 days before I would turn 60 years of age. The catch was that I may not be able to get insurance approval in time; insurance companies usually required 6 weeks, and I had less than 3 till the date.

I rushed to get all the paperwork in order, got my pre-op tests, got my disability paper work filed, notified my employer.  It was a whirlwind and I was in motion - thrilled at the possibility that my long held dream would come true. I decided to NOT consider that the approval would not come in time - I held a strong intention for all to work out - it was meant to be.

I began to look at myself in the mirror to actually imagine what I would look like. I allowed myself to belief that it would happen, and began to plan for the future.

The letter of approval arrived in the mail 6 days before day of surgery. I literally leapt for joy. I cried, laughed, and danced around my house for a bit.  Elation. Pure and simple. July 6th, 2018 - all was set. 

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