Tomorrow, my little brother goes under the knife, for what he has termed the "William Wallace". It's a fairly common procedure, and from all I've read, everything looks golden. It should restore him from the posture of an ancient man and make his life back to mostly normal. It better. For months, he's been wracked with pain, unable to function happily, or even move in some cases.
It took them a long time to figure it out too, from trip after trip to the docs, voodoo witchcraftery, steampunk devices and hollywood magic, but after tomorrow, all should be on the mend.
I'm freaked out though, as anyone should be before an invasive procedure, regardless of how common, and I sincerely hope all goes well. I don't really pray, but as my grandma says, I fret. And if anyone would like to help me fret, or send out a prayer, I'd appreciate it.