By golly, I was beginning to enjoy my exit strategy. I mean, no bills to worry about, no need to clean the garage this year, forget teeth cleaning, cataract surgery, knee replacement. Who would ever know if the kids succeeded or not. I spent my days from bed to recliner watching, The Andy Griffith show, the golden girls, Roseanne, everybody loves Raymond, spent most of my money, and just let the guys around here wait on me hand and foot.
Husband has been having some angina pain, but I didn't pay too much attention to him because I know how competitive he can be and his sister just went through some cardiac stress tests etc. Well, anyway, he went in for a couple of tests and he is beyond stints, coronary arteries are too plugged to try and push the plaque out. So he has been advised to have open heart surgery, that is a quadruple bypass operation!
He's scared and has asked for a second opinion, but tentatively it is scheduled for next Weds. Thank God we have two other men in the house to help the two of us out. Like Stephen in Libby says, "Those F...n old fogies are going to wear us out for the next few years. His wife's parents had some major medical problems in the last coupled of years.
So: Here is a statement of love: Sydney said to his cardiac surgeon, "Doctor, my wife has terminal cancer and I don't really care about living without her. Can't you just patch me up until then?"