Thinking of you, Terijo, and as your other friends and well-wishers have already done, I’m offering to shoulder as much of your anxiety as you’d like to share. So much love and caring is surrounding you, and I hope you’re comforted and sustained by that through this ordeal.
You know my style, so if you want a humorous distraction before or want to share those can-you-believe-this anecdotes after, remind me to tell you about the biopsy of my prostrate. Suffice to say, there was no reason for them to allow me to leave my glasses and socks on. (I hope that made you smile just a little.)