*This is a duplicate post from what I posted yesterday on Facebook. *
You know what they say: “It’s easier to ask for forgiveness than permission.” Well, Matt’s currently under anesthesia. So even if I wanted to ask for permission, I couldn’t.
That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.
So here I sit in the 2nd floor waiting room at Zale-Lipshy Hospital in Dallas, watching the sun rise and listening to endless news chatter on the TV. As I type, I’ve just received a phone call that Matt’s surgery has officially begun. The moment of truth is here.
But we had to have a little fun this morning. Of course, we don’t want the doctors to accidentally remove the wrong lymph node. So we helped. We labeled them.
 
See, we drew arrows and everything!
Of course, these are way lower than the real lymph nodes. We didn’t want anything to get in the way of the real surgery.
Then we headed off to the hospital. We knew Matt would wear a hospital gown. What we didn’t know was that he would get a whole NEW OUTFIT, including a hat and shoes to match! He used the hospital bag as his “purse” and he was all dolled up and ready for a day on the town.
 Nothing goes quickly in surgery, however, so we had to cool our heels and wait for the pre-op parade of doctors and paperwork.
Matt sat daintily, not wanting to muss up his new digs. The doctors all seemed to get a kick out of our sense of humor. And if humor is healing, Matt should be all better in no time!