Woops, and the news (at last!)

I have to admit it's hilarious that the [previous] post with the complete lack of verbiage gets the most commentary.  I should probably learn something there, but I'm just going to be grateful for my extraordinary gift of procrastination on that one. ;)


So, here it is: 
The surgery will occur here in Oregon and on March 8.  This is "Plan A" for everyone that's been reading regularly.  I've been referring to it in jest as my "hair appointment" since they're going in through the cranium and so will have to have a clean spot to take out of my head.  Good news: I don't have to be awake during it.  Expect some cool photos as I prepare for my "terrible haircut" (the neurosurgeon's words).  Oddly enough, that reminds me that I forgot to ask her if I can get video of it so that I can add sound effects and music to it afterwards for the hilarity factor (not to mention the Youtube meme traffic!) There's so much space for musical puns and references to movies and other musical arts, not to mention a chance to try my hand at foley (definition of foley here).  mwahahahaha


While the plan is now in effect and the path ahead is more clear, I notice that I'm essentially still waiting.  Which, while I have plenty of normal life stuff to think about, do, and to otherwise occupy myself, thoughts still run into the worry realm, which lies just beyond that last tree in the forest of curiosity.  So, as I ponder the what-ifs and geez-I-hope-nots and stuff like that, I find comfort in a song that my professor in grad school introduced to me.  It's by a gal that I was previously aware of who spent a lot of her career-forming years in Kansas City, though she's from Arkanasas.  Her name is Iris DeMent and the song is "Let the Mystery Be".  I'm ready to quit worrying and start healing, thereby keeping the mystery completely intact.