Not sure why going into something that you have never done, scares me a lot. Today I had to have one of my front teeth pulled. I was worried that since I can't take the medicine to calm you down and the doctor didn't do gas, that I would have to wrap my head around having it pulled out when I was still awake and could hear everything. Right before I left I realized that the fear was making me so upset that the anticipation was worrisome. I then wondered what I would have said to my kids, if it were them. I would tell them that everything in life gives us experiences. I would tell them to rely on the Lord to be there with them no matter what they were going to have to go through, and yet here I was ....the MOM, scared to death. I know many people have had teeth pulled but for me I think it is much bigger than that once you have had Cancer. I worried that they might find something that would tell us why I have been sick so long. I worried that the bone under the tooth might not be healthy and maybe that was the problem.
Just an hour before I left, I got on my knees and told the Lord I was sorry for my lack of faith and for letting the fear get a hold of me like that. I prayed all would go well, that I would be able to handle what ever happened or whatever was told to me. Then I asked that the Doctor and nurses would be able to do their job properly and that all would go well if it was suppose to. If not, that I would be able to learn what I needed to learn from this whole thing.
It all went well, Jeff was sweet enough to download Christmas music on my little MP3 Player and so I was set. The doctor was simply the kindest person I have ever met, and her staff was just as nice. They made sure to tell me everything and to make sure that I wouldn't feel any pain.
The tooth came out very smoothly she said and it was less time than I thought, (only about 5 Christmas songs) had to stop and start it a couple of times when they asked me questions.
The Doctor said that the bone look good and healthy, she also said that she was glad that I took the antibiotic last week and got the infection under control before she pulled it out. She predicted it to be a quick recovery. I am grateful for a family who always loves me and prays for me, and for a husband that loves me no matter how many parts I keep losing! :)
Good night dear friends!
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