I’m gonna bust a couple of myths for you.

First, a CT assisted Biopsy is not as much fun as advertised. All those brochures you’ve seen with happy, attractive, young people having cocktails poolside while they discuss the pleasures of their CT assisted biopsies: pure lies. They are paid actors; none have ever had a biopsy, CT assisted or not.

Okay, I’m trying not to be bitter. The only reason I stayed for the biopsy was for the cocktail party. Hell, if I would have known there was going to be no poolside interaction with amazingly good looking young men, I would have gone home yesterday. But I stayed, and I learned the truth.

Second, the chicken noodle soup they serve at Providence Portland is not a secret family recipe, unless your family name is Campbell. But damn, it tasted good.

Max and Tom did not totally destroy the house. One of the shades is still functional and the toilet seat still works, so not all is lost. (And if I can figure out what they have done with the kitchen sink, it may still be operable.)

But the hospital made me take off my ring. I tried to argue, but they have their rules. I don’t want to spend another six hours without Richard, ever again.