More Damned Fun

I didn't intend for this blog to be about this little cancer thing, but it is serving the purpose of me not having to repeat the same story 90 times.

So, today's installment goes like this: things didn't seem right so I called the surgeon and told her nurse, "Things don't seem right." She said come in at 1 p.m. and we'll make things right.

First they swabbed with Betadyne, then injected with novacaine, then used a giant horse syringe to drain out 40 cc's of what was joshingly referred to as "old blood." And if that wasn't enough, the doc says she will undoubtedly have to do it again in a week.

Keep those cards and letters coming. Send white light in mega doses.