I'm a time watcher..

I'm a time watcher, watchin' time go by my my my...

I see by the time posted here on my computer as I start tapping away (and should be sleeping) that in about three hours Julie's will be given a rather early (and potentially) rude awakening... the rudeness not stemming from the person bringing the ringing... just merely the reason behind the said 4am ringing.

It will be the start of what will be in some ways has been a long awaited day as well as a day that could be (for other reasons entirely) easily shelved and left to collect dust.

And so here we are...

Julie might bristle a bit with divulging some of this information, but... hmmm... well perhaps I should go this way with it and let you connect the dot(s) here. In order to know lymph-node activity/involvement there will have to be an injection of a dye, or type of tracer. This injection will be going into a rather sensitive area of an already sensitive area...think of the Target logo and hit the bulls-eye and THAT is where the dye will be starting its trek. Oh... and just some numbing cream and ice before needle hits skin, thus the aforementioned rudness.

The surgery is scheduled for 7am and Julie was told that it will/should be about 3 1/2 hours. By the time she should be coming around it should be lunch time.  

A thousand mile journey begins with one step and this is a multi-phase endeavor that, once healing and reconstructing are accounted for, is ultimately going to take some time off the clock. With courage, perseverance and let's not forget some good luck (felt compelled to put good in there because simply put we have luck, most of it just seems to be more of the bad sort) this will amount to nothing more than a bone jarring pothole in the road. That is to say when initially you see that there is to be no avoidance, you brace yourself for the impact, impact is made, that telltale thunk clunk along with that simultaneous jolt happens. Then it's passed and is behind you in the mirror. The further one rolls away, the smaller it gets in the mirror until eventually it's gone from sight. Not out of mind, but out of sight. 


Bracing for each phase's pothole (or potholes) will be necessary, but knowing that as long as we keep rolling along, it will ultimately disappear from view and we will arrive where we want to be. 


Send good vibrations to Julie and to all that will be involved in this procedure along with a sure and steady surgeon's hand.