A friend of mine is due to go under the knife next week. The term used to describe the operation he will have to endure is "Semi-elective", which means it's being performed to prevent either disability or death.
Scary stuff, right there. No one wants to be told by their doctor that they have to have an operation...or else.
I talked to him briefly this afternoon, he seemed to be in good spirits and optimistic about the projected outcome. Which is good, of course.
Thing is, he will be out of commission for almost a month after the procedure, and that is a best case scenario.
Man, on days like today when I have conversations like that, I literally feel like counting my lucky stars.
All 23,678 of 'em.
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