Surgery is scheduled for first thing tomorrow morning.Gotta be there at 6:30. Surgery at 8:15. Nothing to eat or drink after midnight.
A little nervous and apprehensive about it all, I admit fully and freely.
It's time for me to place all my worries aside, and put my trust in the crack staff I'm paying for.
I've got the heads of three departments on my team, at the best teaching hospital in the area.
Most of all, I place confidence in an army of prayer warriors spanning from coast to coast,three nations, two continents, several denominations, and three distinct faiths.
Bases covered? I hope they will be after tonight's Mass.
In my absence, Mr. Dilettante will have the keys to the kingdom. Most of you already know Mark pretty well through his blog, and his comments here. He's a skilled writer and a fine man in his own right who went through a much bigger tumor scare than mine, and not all that long ago.
I will be in touch with Mark, updating him as to my condition. Through him, I will be able to speak to you all as I am able.
(Not so positive if leaving a Cheesehead in charge of Bear Country is a wise thing to do, but I'm sure any damage will be fixable. At least I hope.)
Have fun,Mark. Beer and brats are in the fridge.
11 comments:
Prayers to you my friend. I apologize for not knowing sooner. Big hug and a big wet one if you want it ;)
God speed, Gino. I'll behave myself.
God Speed, Gino.
Alright, the time has come to get this thing taken care of. I hope you enjoy yourself and we'll see you back here in a week. ;)
Gino,
My prayers are with you. Already said them for tonight.
Squeaky (gulch days)
God bless you and your medical team.
I've put in my word with the Big Guy.
Will wait for the email you promised.
Best of luck with your surgery.
You got it.
Amen.
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