Friday the 13th

What if you don't have cancer? Will I need to rename this blog like my sister says? How about 'Not Saying Goodbye to You'? Or 'The Husband with Nine Lives'? (That's lives, not wives.)

You haven't thrown up in over 24 hours, and they did not reinsert the NG tube last night. You changed your mind again at the very last second, apparently. Nevertheless, they are keeping you through the weekend and being cautious. Last night, when we met with the surgeon, he said he had tried it your way against his better wishes. Oh, ho!!! There you go again! Now he was suggesting you do it his way. He didn't want to put you on liquids or solids when he did. Now you know why. Maybe that's why you're being such a good boy now. You were completely unhooked when my sister and I came in to see you, and you had put on your jeans and a sweatshirt. You looked like you were ready to go home. But by the time I walked my sister to the car, you were really tired, and when I came back you were asleep. You will come home with the J tube, and you will be hooked up to it 18 hours a day. You won't be able to use your beloved hot tub or go in the water if we go to Hawaii.

How ill are you? Are you just recovering from surgery or are you getting more and more ill? What will the new biopsies tell us? Are you living or dying? I know you really want to go to Hawaii. As my sister reminded us, it's on your Bucket List. That's part of what we've been doing, making a Bucket List. A Bucket List is a good thing, even if you don't have malignant cancer. We should still move forward with it; you never know what will happen tomorrow.