It Begins

Shirley is in the operating room having the first of two surgeries in a row: first, a laproscopic removal of her ovaries and surrounding tissues with extensive testing of the tissues to see that she is cancver free; second, her second mastectomy, this time her left breast. Partially to remove minimal cancer tissue detected and partially as a preventative to ensure she remains cancer free. Seems we have been here before, and done this before. But much more at peace with our decisions and prospect for the future.

The feeling as Shirley was wheeled away down the hall was identical to 30 years ago when Alison went through the OR doors at Canton-Potsdam Hospital for her orthopedic surgery. Helpless, no control, relying on the skill of others. In Shirley's case, wishing that she did not have to go through this again. Wish I could do it for her. Alie and I kissed her, told her we loved her, and sent her on her way. Time will be less than we expected.

Ironic to be sending out COBRA health insurance request this morning. Life has oits twists and turns. My name is on the donor wall downstairs in an institution that stole so much of my life. The important thing is that we have the best doctors, great nurses, and good care. The rest is meaninghless.