I’m trying not to think about it. I’m trying not to think about the fact that my baby is going for brain surgery next week. I’m trying not to think about part of his head being shaved or the incision the surgeons are going to make in MY BABY’S HEAD. I’m trying not to think about the chance that this procedure might not work and that he will have to have a shunt placed. I’m trying not to think about the big artery they are going to be working beside. I’m trying not to think about Gabe having a massive hemorrhage and becoming a vegetable or dying. But that’s all I can think about. On the surface I’m great. I can talk about my confidence in the doctors and the high success rate of this procedure and the low risk of infection and blah…blah…blah, but deep down inside it’s killing me. And I just want July 24 to be here and be over and the surgery to go great and us to get back to our normal life.