H had outpatient surgery yesterday to remove a fatty tumor. When I got home there was a message on my machine from him, saying he was OK and back on the boat. But the doctor said the tumor wasn't what they thought it was and it had something to do with lymph nodes so their testing it. I wanted to call back, but figured I shouldn't wake him up.
I'm sure everything is going to be fine. I just can't imagine us getting though the past three years and then having to deal with major medical illness. Alright, that's the last time I'm going to think like that.
