Trying to squash and shift the thoughts of what-ifness fears for my hubby's upcoming colonoscopy and endoscopy and such on Thursday. It stems from past happenings in my family that still haunt me.
My grandmother had a brain anyeurism during her colonoscopy procedure many years ago and never got to go back home. She remained in a coma for weeks, and was on on life support for months after that.
It's at the same hospital, which is also the one my dad got misdiagnosed in and ended up dying of a brain tumor the size of a softball, and the same one my mom got treated so badly in last year and ended up passing away there, and all of that stuff won't leave my head and heart space.