halbert said...
Well, something must have felt wrong. At some point, something will feel right. And that's OK.
Thanks halbert. It's not the doctors. It's me. I've not acted like a man who doesn't want to do it. I had planned and intended to do it. I believed I was going to do it. I've gone to great lengths in time, money, stress, pressure and energy to do it. I trusted this doctor explicitly. His skills and his team.
They read my intense misgivings doing it period. Not in THEM doing it. They also read how much I wanted to do it. They tried to help me through it. But, they felt I just wasn't ready. And they're right.
The 3rd surgery I've cancelled. This is no longer about
knowing or not knowing what to do. This isn't "researching".
It's about
a man who just doesn't want to do what he wishes he didn't have to do what he knows he has to do.
I'm miserable. I'm miserable on AS. I know AS is no way way to live for me. And the longer I put off the "inevitable", the more miserable and scared I get. Scared of the disease. And scared of the cure.
At this point, I don't know if I would even get treatment with an aggressive biopsy. That's how confused I am. I'm so tired of this. It's coloring everything I do.
Sorry for the pontification.