You're lying in a hospital bed with a tube shoved down your throat, totally out of it, buck naked with three IV's hanging by your bed. This is post surgery you. Five hours ago, in pre-surgery, you were pretty nervous. Now you're a breathing rock.
It's been a long journey to get here. A journey that never should have been taken in the first place. You've put the family through hell the past two months and now, lucky us, we get to deal with this too. If I could look you in the eye and say one thing, it would be "please don't do this to us again."