Okay, I'm pretty damned nervous and I won't deny it.
I looked at the options for partial cystectomy, the worst case scenario. It's not the end of the world if that's what happens.
Right now, Allison is here working on her homework and I'm going to pass some time playing Pogo.
It really bothers me that it didn't have to go this far, and yet it did. If they had listened to me when I first started saying things were not right, maybe it could have been addressed earlier.
On that note, I'll be sliced and diced at around 4. I wish me luck.