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Well, tomorrow is the big day. I have to be at the hospital at 8 in the morning. Surgery is scheduled for 10:30. I am strangely calm. I decided long ago to put my faith in the hands of my very competent surgeons. I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't trust them with my very life. I'm not supposed to eat anything after 11 p.m. We've joked all week long about my "last supper," the one that's supposed to be a total pig-out for the last time in my life, but I really don't have any desire to pull up to the trough for a food fest. Instead, my mom and husband and I are going out to Olive Garden. I'll have the soup and salad and maybe some light pasta dish. No alcohol. I haven't really been drinking any alcohol since being diagnosed with diabetes anyway, and I won't be able to have it after surgery, either. I can't say that I'll really miss it. My bag for the hospital is packed and I'm really just anxious to get this show on the road.
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