Well, here we are.  Surgery day.

As I sit here waiting for my time to leave for the hospital, I am realizing something important.  And it isn’t just important to me, it is important to anyone who is going to have surgery:  when they offer you a surgery time at noon, try to get it moved up to morning.  Really.

I am sitting here, starving and thirsty.  Most mornings, I am not hungry for breakfast at all.  Apparently I am just ornery enough to want breakfast only when I know I am not allowed to have it.

Feeling a lot this morning, and last night.  Feeling too much, really.

This may be the last blog for a bit, since I will come out of this with strict limitations on me.  For those of you who have been reading, thank you.  I will return with stories of hitting on nurses and doctors alike as soon as I am back on my feet. 🙂

In the eloquent words of a perfect stranger, F*ck Cancer.

I think I’ll make sure I take her advice.

Blessings to all…