Okay–they’ve shaved (?) the prostrate gland, they’ve taken 100 little stones out of my bladder, they’ve cut me loose from the catheter, and nuked the rectal cancer, adios muchacho.
No, I’m not done. But they checked out my bladder today, pronounced it to be almost up and running… and now I’ll have to wait a while before they operate on the colon cancer. I need time to recover.
And the hip surgery is lurking somewhere down the road.
But I need time. I had a terrible night, last night. I don’t know when they want to go after my colon. The nurse today said, “You’re good to go.” Well, everybody knows more about this than I do.
Keep the prayers coming, folks.