I'm in NorCal now, at my Aunt Carol's house, my happy place.  My nervousness has returned regarding the actual procedure, so please pray for me.  I know I'm not the first person in the world to have surgery, and many of you reading this have gone under the knife yourselves, so sometimes it feels a bit silly to be so afraid. But did you know I've had two aunts die from surgery?  One during; the other, a day later. I think more than anything this continues to be the main source of my fear.  Well that and the thought of not being in control.  I mean, just lying there, in a controlled sleep, while strangers cut into your naked body.  It's just a weird thing, that's all.