The doctors want me back next week so they can knock me out and “shave” my prostate gland (an I am already in over my head–what am I talking about?). If it works, the doctor explained yesterday, I won’t need the catheter anymore. I’ll be able to pee like a normal person.
It might not work, I am told, but there’s a pretty good chance it will.
Then at the end of the month, colon cancer surgery.
And someday fix the broken hip.
By then there might be more. God defend me.