Getting ready for Tuesday's upcoming knee replacement surgery. Does it make sense that I don't have anxiety about the surgery itself except I know there will be intense pain and discomfort. My anxiety/depression comes from the lack of support from my family. Out of three daughters, only one even cares and she lives out of town. When I had the shoulder reconstruction surgery, neither of the older two children called me at all. That surgery was October 12 and neither called to see how I'm doing. I mean not one visit from the one who lives here and no calls from either of the two? While I didn't expect much, I thought they would at least call. So why am I grieving their absence and disrespect this time around? Why am I crying about it? Why? It doesn't make sense. They disregard and betray me, why should I give a darned? Guess it's how we mothers are made. We love them, no matter what, even if that means at a distance. Silly woman, get over it, have the surgery and then move on with the rest of your life! But the void is still there and it hurts.