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Monsters...

Sometimes the "what ifs" nearly swallow me whole. Keeping those monsters at bay, both good and bad, is difficult. 

What if the surgery is successful? What if it isn't? What if everything is benign and the doctor only needs to do the bare minimum? What if she has to "clean house?" What if we still didn't know about it? What if it never existed? What if the worst happens? What if the best does? 

I am learning to allow these thoughts to creep in, let them stay a little while, and try to escort them out quickly. I am learning to be present in the present. Worry and anxiety are unhelpful. Borrowing problems is not productive. I am not always successful, but feel like I am getting better at managing my monsters. Bit by bit. Hopefully.

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