Another MRI completed, and if you listen closely, you'll hear the sound of a thousand high fives around the world. I have managed, once again, to retain my status of Medical Miracle by lying in an insanely loud tube for 45 minutes, then sitting in a tiny exam room while Ol' Dr. Recht says "Looks great. See you in four months."
I'll indulge myself by harkening back to those days in 2009, lying in the hospital with a half-shaven head and a 98% chance of freaking the fuck out, when the kindly old surgeon look sadly into my drugged up eyes and said, "I'm sorry." After giving me a dire prognosis indeed, 18 months to live, well...I'm sure I did or said something meaningful and/or courageous, but I can't remember most of what happened between 2009 and 2012. So let's just say FOO ON YOU, ODDS OF SURVIVAL. See you in four months.
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