What?

Hopefully I will be using a lot less of that word after my surgery tomorrow. I'm only having my right ear fixed for now and the left one will be down the road. I was reading over my pre op paperwork last night and telling Garrett the statisctics they provided. I have a 1% chance of going completely deaf in my right ear, a 10% chance of losing taste for up to a year (new diet perhaps?), a 1% chance of losing taste forever (a lifelong diet perhaps?!), a 1% chance of face paralysis (that would be my luck since Natalie and I used to watch "Sewing With Nancy" and make fun of the poor lady), and a 1% chance of having severe veritgo (basically being so dizzy you constantly throw up - awesome!). All in all the chances are good that the surgery will go well. There is a 95% chance my hearing will improve and I am hopeful for that number. I was just telling a friend earlier today who asked if I was nervous that the human part of me is terrified - I HATE HATE HATE... did I say HATE?... throwing up. And most all patients do so at least once after surgery as your equilibrium is completely jacked with. And of course I am afraid of being lumped into one of the above 1% categories. But the Christian part of me (which I know is greater than the "human part") has faith that all will be well. I have so many prayers going up for me and I am so blessed to have people that care so much in my life. So thanks all for the prayers!

I put this on my facebook status earlier but I will tell it again here. I was trying to prepare Garrison for the fact that I am having surgery. I don't want him to be concerned or confused if he sees me down for a few days and I'm not my normal self. And let's face it... to have Daddy take care of him for at least 3 days is going to be a shocker... haha, just kidding. So I sat him down last night and told him Mommy was having surgery. He got a look of utter concern on his face and asked Why. I explained to him that this will hopefully help me hear better. He said, "Why do you need to hear better mommy?" I said, "You know how you talk to mommy sometimes and I have to say 'huh' 'what'? a lot?" "Yeah he said." - because he does know this all too well. I said, "Well, after I have the surgery I won't have to ask that anymore and I should be able to hear better." He looked so concerned. To look at a 3 year old and see that they feel like they have the weight of the world on their shoulders is awful. He perked up and said, "You don't have to Mommy because I CAN JUST TALK LOUDER LIKE THIS, SEE?" with a big smile on his face. How sweet is that I ask you? I have to say Garrison deserves the sweetest kid ever award for that one. He thought that by talking louder he could solve my problem. I am so blessed to have a child who thinks in such a selfless way. And for those of you who have kids or even know a 3 year old that is tough to find.

As a little note I started the book Love Dare - a 40 day journey to help enrich your marriage. It is amazing so far. Garrett hasn't started it yet but I like it that way. This way we do not know what to expect every day from our "tasks". For those of you who have read it you know what I'm talking about. For those that haven't, you have to try it! It is amazing!

I am off now and I want to leave you with some pics of my awesome support system. And this is just some immediate family. I have TONS of extended family and some of the greatest friends ever! Could a girl be any more blessed?

My amazing, wonderful, funny, handsome hubby:

The most precious little boy EVER:

Who could ask for better parents?

The world's most loving, compassionate, selfless person I've ever known, my sister:

The craziest, silliest, strongest, Godliest, rock of a woman I know - my grandma: