BACK ON TRACK

After some gentle prodding from my wife and daughters I called my surgeon's office to see how we stood after the most recent scans. They took my message and Rose soon returned my call. She said that the scans showed nothing new and that we would proceed with the operation as originally planned. Good news I guess.
Since the previous scan I read a little about how the PET scans work and what their objective is. I'm certain that the false alarms from the previous scan were caused by my uneasiness. I believe this because of the results of the last test.
Oh well, we're back on the schedule for surgery on Wednesday November 11, Veteran's Day. I wish we had gone ahead last week. All this would have been behind me by now. Nothing to do but forge ahead. I feel bad keeping the many concerned friends and family on edge. Hopefully we'll have some news, good or bad by Wednesday night. Thank you all for the kind wishes and thoughts.
Some time ago my daughter Emily and were talking and I mentioned that barely a day passes that I don't think of something that I'd like to ask my mother or father about. Since they are both dead, they took the answers to whatever questions I might have with them. So Emily suggested that I write a short autobiography for posterity. I kept putting it off and putting it off. Usually I was too busy attending a Procrastinators Meeting to get started. Now feeling a sense of urgency to commit something to paper (or hard drive), I've begun the project.
I've already completed the Table of Contents and the introduction. It should be on bookshelves by early 2120. Keep an eye out.
And by the way, I'm certain that my mother would be surprised to know that the results of every PET scan to date has termed my brain "unremarkable". There is no doubt she would disagree.