I have often been told that I am pretty hard on myself. When I make a mistake, I get angry. Last week, I was supposed to have a port put in for cancer treatment. The people at the hospital may have told me that I would need to fast beforehand, but I don’t remember. I assumed that I would have gotten a call or letter with special instructions if I had needed to fast, so I ate breakfast that morning. Midway through my English muffin, my boyfriend said, “Were you supposed to fast?” I called the hospital and was told that indeed I had been supposed to fast. Now the port procedure has been rescheduled for this coming week. Why is this “mistake” such a big deal for me? I guess I feel like I should have known what the pre-operative preparations would be.

I can’t control everything. This journey is going to have setbacks, delays, changes, and (hopefully few) oversights. I need to be okay with that.