The choice of date wasn’t the best because Monday June 18th–the day I’m having the minor surgery–is George’s and my FORTY-SIXTH anniversary! But the doctor does surgery only on Mondays and I wanted to go ahead and get it over with.
He’s a saint to have put up with me all these years. I find, oddly, that after forty-six years, I love George more than I did when we were young and gorgeous. George is still wonderfully handsome, but I show a little wear and tear. However, the surgeon has promised that after the surgery, I will–again–be stunning. He showed me this picture of what I can expect.Then he said, “You’ll look exactly like this.” I can hardly wait!