BACK IN THE SADDLE AGAIN

For the first time in my long life (excluding when I was three and had tonsils removed), I have had my body invaded by surgery. I really have been extremely lucky. Yesterday, at an outpatient hospital in Naples, Florida, a plastic surgeon removed a melanoma from my left upper arm. They put me in modified "lala land" in the twilight zone where I was semi-conscious but felt nothing (except a few staples going in toward the end).

I'm a bit sore today but still able to type. They gave me some really potent pain pills, but I'm pleased to say I have not taken one but only had a couple of Tylenols. The doctor felt sure he got it all but will send tissue to pathology to make sure.

I was pleased and gratified to find that caring doctors and nurses still exist, and I was really impressed by the care I got in my few hours in this outpatient surgical center. Every nurse, anethesiologist and surgeon were warm and solicitous. Maybe I was lucky, but I came away impressed.

I go to the surgeon tomorrow to check the incision and redress the arm. I've had a lot of phone calls from friends and family---and, best if all, I had a lot of prayers said for me. I expect to be full of piss and vinegar and sassy as ever.

On Sunday I am singing in church for Memorial Day "The Battle Hymn of the Republic", backed by ten men singing the chorus. All of you, pray I don't croak like a frog!