There are some humorous moments throughout this last week that I'm trying to hold onto. I need all the smiles I can get.
One is that I've never been called "young" so many times in the course of a week...I'll take it where I can get it!
Two, my surgeon said I could go to Vegas for Thanksgiving, but I should not plan the Hawaii trip for Christmas. Oh sweetie, you just don't know who you're dealing with. Keith laughed out loud when she said this.
And last, when filling out the NUMEROUS medical history forms (seriously, can't these people just make photocopies???), one of them asked for history of cancer in the family: mom, dad, siblings, spouse. Call me crazy, but does it really matter to my medical history if my spouse has had cancer? Thought I had a pretty good grasp on genetics, but maybe not...