No topic is safe.

Arthur had a follow up colonoscopy this afternoon. Eight years after the first four were found, this doctor found five polyps in Arthur’s colon today. He said they were all small to medium in size and looked fine but we’ll know their status in a week. I’m not even writing the ‘c’ word.
Waiting to go in for his colonoscopy!
The nurses at the hospital were like angels. They laughed and kidded and cared and smiled. They were a stabilizing influence in an unfamiliar situation.

I know - it’s just a test. But the stress of ‘what if’ can wear down the defenses and seeing someone competent in a hospital bed for whatever the reason is disconcerting. At one point I looked over at Arthur in bed, his tanned masculine hand standing out in such contrast against the sterile white bedding… and for some reason nearly came undone.
It’s okay. He’s okay. We’re okay.

Though I wish I’d gotten pictures of him dancing around nekkid while he was supposed to be getting dressed. Thank God the curtain was pulled. The anesthesia seems to have had the effect of a bottle of Boone’s Farm…