When I told Awesome about the new surgery date, he picked me up off the ground and hugged me--while I was still on the phone with the nurse. After I got off, my whole family did the Happy Dance.
Then I thought, "Wait a minute! I'm excited to get cut open??" Jeesh! That really doesn't sound fun, but I'm still clinging to the hope that its a rogue fibroid and it'll be sentenced to the trash bin with relative ease.
Yes, I'm still shamelessly soliciting prayers on my behalf! Thanks for them and all the well wishes!