OK, I admit it.

I am a little anxious and a little worried. The last time my DW went into surgery, I could have lost her. I know this is not life threatening and she is not in any danger and I trust the doctor, but it is still surgery, you know?

So, I will be very happy when the surgery is done and she is home with me resting and I can return the love and attention that she shows me every single day. And damn it, I will rub her feet and her back and whatever else she wants rubbed. Uhm, er, nevermind that.

Anyhow, we wait and we prepare and we carry on. Life, gotta live it.

Peace.