FYI

FYI: if you are ever told you need a lung biopsy done, do not call your mother and tell her "I'm getting my chest cut open monday."

 A. That is not exactly how it works and 

B. This will probably make her upset, hysterical even, and call the fellow coveribg the case. 

I know, I know. Sometimes I'm a little uncouth.

I should treat dear mom carefully. I'm lucky to have her.

 After I spoke to my surgeon, a dr. Johnstone, Dr. David Johnstone, who by name alone was bred to be a thoracic surgeon (it just rolls off the tongue like James, james Bond, someone smooth, avante_gaurde and innovative), yes I did call my mom to reassure her, first with the "I was born to be a surgeon name" and then with the title "director of thoracic surgery" underneath his name on the card. 

I'm back to where I was a few years back. . . .  a complete and utter train wreck. Just kidding, just a little bit, but I'm back to being back in the mindset that I completely trust the team and their decisions regarding my health.

 I am so excited that I can just relax and trust. 

I am aware of options that span the globe from nyc to germany to india, but dhmc has seen me from the beginning. Its the best place for me to be. 

I was granted a leave for the weekend to participate in our friends' nicole and jeff's wedding. Nic has been planning this since first grade when we listened to nkotb and played dress up. I couldn't let a thoracic surgery and what may be a superbug in my lung get in the way of that.