The pre-op, since some of you have asked, was just an interview for medical history by a nurse, and then getting stuck, again, for some blood tests.

My sister Judy drove down from Atlanta yesterday and will stay as long as needed, or until she can go home with a really good tan, whichever comes first. Bjorn will also be off work Tuesday and Wednesday.

My orders for tomorrow include nothing to eat or drink after midnight, then in the morning at home there is some strange ritual involving ointments and saran wrap that would be kind of kinky under other circumstances, arrive at the hospital by 6:30, wire localization at 8, radioactive injections at 9, scan to make sure radioactive injections are doing what they are supposed to be doing at 10, and surgery at 11:15.

Now I have my own Doctors Orders for you, Ladies and Gentleman of the Blog. Tomorrow morning when you get up, those of you who have ruby slippers (and you know who you are), put them on and click your heels together while you say "clear margins, clear lymph nodes, clear margins, clear lymph nodes".

If you don't have ruby slippers, well that's just sad and it's a situation you really should go out and remediate. In the meantime you can compensate for that by saying "clear margins, clear lymph nodes, clear margins, clear lymph nodes" but you have to say it much louder and with FEELING.