Over the years I have learned to become a bit skeptical about doctors. I mean, even those to whom I hold in highest regard, Dr, West, Dr. Chang, Dr, Griffin, call what they do "practicing" medicine. Still, I literally trust some doctors with my life. Dr. Massey was added to my list this past week. He was the neurosurgeon who operated on my back on Thursday. I am recovering nicely. I have some soreness, but almost no pain. It helps me to believe that the pain in my back did indeed come from a compression fracture and not from the spread of cancer. (Remind me to tell you about the anesthesiologist some day - don't know his\her name and I don't need to - yet)
Maybe my pain in the back was a result of the pain in the butt (not literally) that I have been to Diane over the years. I sure hope not. If it is, I've got a long way to go.
A big thanks to Buddy, Jimmy, Ronnie, Donna, Betty Joe, my dad, and of course my caregiver Diane for being with me during the process, and as Jimmy always says, "Thank You Lord."
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