I recently learned that around the time I was beginning chemo, an old friend died of brain cancer. We met in high school and kept in touch on and off. I knew he was sick but I was hopeful that he would get better.
I didn’t believe at the time things could be worse for me. Even though the outlook for my health was good, it didn’t even occur to me that someone I knew and liked could be worse off than me.
I’ve been thinking about that lately; about how none of us ever really know what’s going on with other people. I’m guilty at sneering at people for getting elective surgery and now I know that I was misguided.
I went in for a second consultation with my plastic surgeon, Dr. Paul Faringer, and scheduled my reconstruction for September 25.