On the plus side, even assuming the surgery takes longer than they think, in eight hours, there will be little or no cancer left in my body. On the down side, I kind of want to punch through a wall that I have cancer in the first place.
C'est la vie. At least it isn't the Middle Ages. (For so many, many reasons.) Oh, and since I haven't gone out driving in it yet, I can still say this with a straight face: look at the snow! it's so pretty! (:
Again, over the last four weeks, and the next couple of months, thanks to you all for thoughts, prayers, cards, cash, fundraisers, flowers, and generalized goofiness. I love you all.