Ross Murray’s saga continues. I actually have a connection with the man: I spent slightly more than three years being Canadian. Free-state, kindergarten, First Grade and a small portion of Second Grade at Argentia Naval Air State (with a preliminary stop in Placentia), Argentia, Newfoundland, Canada. Loved every minute of it: even school (we had a playground in our classrooms in all three grades…each class was a whole wing of a regular-sized barracks wing!). When you consider Winter sometimes begins in August and ends sometimes in April, indoor recess facilities for elementary-aged youths are probably even more important than restrooms. And, Ross’ tales of prostate procedures perhaps even moreso.
Cupcakes by Annie and Clough Street Cakes. Ain’t they sweet?
The last thing I want is to be a bore. (Not true; the last thing I want is another biopsy, but I think I made that pretty clear already.) However, I did leave my post last week on a bit of a cliffhanger, so I thought I would give an update on my medical progress before returning to regular programming.
First of all, hello, I’m still here. So that’s good news.
I reported to surgery last Thursday at 6 a.m. where I joined a group of about seven others scheduled for various procedures. We changed into our gowns (not together, obviously) and were escorted en masse to a staging area with numbered chairs and beds.
We each sat in our assigned place, and one after another we were approached by members of the surgical team who asked questions and then…
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