A Worry Wart Worrying

This time next Wednesday, my mother will have had her surgery. As the day draws closer, the more concerned I become. I worry about her. I always seem to think the worse is gonna happen. Like she won't wake up from the anesthesia Or she will go into cardiac arrest while they are operating. Or she will get one of those infections at the hospital that antibiotics won't cure. Or once she is home she will injury herself even worse in a fall. I worry about a lot of things, none of which I have any control over. I'm concerned about my father and how he will deal with all of this. How it will effect his health. So far both seem to be taking it in stride. My father has told me of his concerns about all the above as well. I guess when your parents reach a certain age, you fully realize that the inevitable will happen and wonder what it will be that causes it. That's where I am now. Anything that happens, I can't help but wonder if it is the beginning of the end. I'm not sure if there is much I can do about it. I try not to dwell on it. It makes me crazy that it is yet one more thing I have no control over in my life. Of course, the stakes are a bit higher than what to wear on a date or why someone isn't as obsessive over me in return. So that's where it stands. A whole lot more waiting and worrying and wondering. We all will be glad when it is over. I'm certain my mother feels the same whether she lets on or not.