He spells Lymph Nodes as Limp Nods, heh-heh! Love you, bro, & thanks for a blog title.
Okay, so this is what I am going in for tomorrow at U. of Penn in Philly;
A neck dissection is used to remove the lymph nodes in the neck for cancers of the throat and voice box. This is done through a neck incision and is not done robotically. In the vast majority of cases, this can be accomplished with a “selective” neck dissection that allows for removal of mainly fat and lymph nodes with preservation of other important neck structures. These are reconstructed in a very cosmetic fashion.I googled "Neck Dissection" and couldn't get past the illustrations of the neck laid open. All I could picture in my head was a Gary Larson-type gaggle of doctors around my opened neck, seeing if they could make my legs jump by touching this nerve or that one. Like that frog in Biology I.
Come on, that was funny.
I will ask if perchance, could he take in a fold or two, please? I figure that fits in with the "very cosmetic fashion" they talk about in the description.
In usual woman-fashion, I am wondering what to wear in the hospital. The literature says "Something comfortable". How do you project respect & take command of the situation in Snoopy PJ's, no bra & Yikes! ~ no make-up?
Today is the official First Day of School for Phil. Now, there was a day not long ago where each First Day of School was a morning photo shoot. Phil & me, posed on the sidewalk, Phil walking to bus with a cool wave to Mom, etc... You know the drill & have the stacks of pictures, doncha?
Here's Phil's First Day of School shot this morning:
Yup, he's pulling away in the truck with a bagel in his mouth. Hey, I still got the FDoS picture didn't I?
I can also see that I have to take that jacket to the tailor.
I wrote up instructions for Craig for the whole two or so days I may be away, complete with highlights and underlines. I know he's always a little annoyed when I do this ~ as though he can't be trusted to tend the livestock. Can't help it though ~ it's how I roll. He's lucky I didn't leave detailed instructions on the correct way to load the dishwasher. Sorry Craig!
There now. Does that make Craig look like he's about 10 years old or what? And Jill, you are not, repeat, not, the "bums down the road"; it's the house across from you:)
Thanks for all your lovely replies and emails ~ you all made me cry a little, laugh several times and feel very special!