Hey, it’s Friday!
I think it was my older younger brother who said it first, as he ruefully eyed his arm, pins sticking out of his cast, after he fell off a ladder and broke his arm in four places.
“Bean, I don’t think I’m bullet-proof and invisible anymore….”
Of course, none of us are bullet-proof etc – and if you are, get off my damn blog right now. But we can dodge the occasional bullet by sheer dumb luck. My son got out of the hospital yesterday afternoon with 31 stainless steel staples holding his innards in and a more or less clean bill of health.
No, I don’t have a picture of this artifact. Trust me, it’s really kinda cool, yet queasy to look at him, with a line of large staples neatly outlining the ginormous slice those doctors opened up on my baby. Yeesh. The final results are clear cell renal cancer, completely confined to the tumor that was removed on Monday morning, and a 99% cure rate by tumor removal. I am limp with relief. NO chemo, NO radiation, NO invasion, NO spread. Did I mention the limp with relief part?!
Anyway, he’s home, snoozing and resting. His mother is doing the same, only with Culver’s frozen custard and lots of sack time — oh, and a bit of knitting… It’s been stressful, folks, but we’ll be returning to our regularly scheduled programming soon.
