"It's like packing for a trip to Alaska and finding yourself on a plane to Hawaii."
That's how the wife was explaining the news she received today from the surgeon at the cancer center at the University of California, Davis, Medical Center.
We didn't take the bus or the train today as we did three weeks ago. We could have. The appointment was at 8:20 a.m. and the wife needed to be there by 8 to fill out paperwork. RT offered a bus at 6:56 a.m. that would connect with the inbound train at 65th Street and deliver us to the 39th Street light rail station at 7:23 a.m. From there we could have caught the UCDMC shuttle. We would have arrived at 7:45 a.m.
Instead we left the house at 7:30 and drove. I missed the bus ride, the way it allows your thoughts to settle and anxiety to subside. The wife, however, is not a morning person and didn't see the hour-long trip in the same light.
At the cancer center, the surgeon recommended that the wife have a few months of chemotherapy before she has surgery. With luck, the chemo will reduce the size of the lump as it kills any other cancer cells.
This changes the whole schedule of anticipated time off and recovery. I'm not sure why, but I found the news unsettling. I suppose I had prepared myself for the cutting first and the chemo after. Or maybe its because of my job situation. But the wife is very happy with this turn of events, and that's what's important.