One week until surgery and counting. I am scared to death. For some reason I have an overwhelming feeling of impending doom. I can't explain it. Its a weird creepy feeling. Maybe its just a panic attack. Makes me really miss my mom right now. I need a shoulder to cry on. I am really scared as to what my house is going to look like.  Hopefully my kids will step up and help. I dread laundry the most. Ok that and quite possibly dishes. It seems like those 2 things grow faster then weeds.