Game Day!

As I write, it's about 9:40 at night. I have to get up tomorrow at 5:00 AM. The "show" time is 6:30 and the surgery is at 7:30.

I'll have to ask Mayfield about this when I see him tomorrow. I distinctly remember his saying that he turns into a "rock star" by 9:30 AM. . .

Judging from some e-mails, there's some unclarity regarding tomorrow's procedure. This is my fault. I'd alluded before to the idea of doing a reconstruction in the same surgery as the removal. We looked into this. And it's definitely not what's going to happen tomorrow.

In fact, right now, we have no intention to pursue reconstruction. That's a post all in itself, though. Maybe one I'll get around during my recovery.

Speaking of which, I'm told I'll likely be allowed home by Friday afternoon. The kids are with Miss Betsy and her family all weekend, so it should be a very peaceful few days.

Bryan will call Sister #1 with an update after he hears from Mayfield post-surgery, and Sister #1 will post said update on this blog when she gets it. This should be up by early afternoon. If it's not, start praying with wild enthusiasm.

Before my first surgery, I remember having to take an ambien just to fall asleep, and it only worked for a few hours. I really feel like I can go drug-free tonight, so it must be better this time around, no?

Well.

Those alive in the Spirit set their minds on things of the Spirit. All flesh will pass away one day anyway. . .

Thank you for your prayers.