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.