Ya know, when I look back on the past seven weeks...

Stroke of luck finding the lump just two days before presenting to my family doc for something else.

Stroke of luck that my ENT was out with a bad heart (not for him, of course) so I got the new wonder-kid ENT.

Stroke of luck getting an appointment with him in less than a week.

Stroke of luck the needle biopsy got fucked up and he accelerated the process.

Stroke of luck getting a CT scan in just one week due to a bunch of cancellations caused by a nasty snowstorm. I was booked for one one the day of the storm but the in-charge was out with an ill of some sort so my appointment was cancelled.

Stroke of luck I have a 4X4 truck and could take advantage of the storm cancellations.

Stroke of luck that I already had an appointment with the doc the day after the CT scan to assess the swelling caused by the fucked up needle biopsy.

Stroke of luck to get into the OR as soon as I did - on Friday the thirteenth.

A half-a-stroke of luck that the doc didn't damage any facial nerves except the one he had to cut.

Stroke of luck that they only had a semi-private available.

Stroke of luck that the guy in the next bed (not for him, of course) was so embarrased about his gas problem that he moved to a private room, so I had the bed next to the can and the window, at my leisure.

Stroke of luck that there were no emergency surgeries to replace him until an hour before I was discharged.

Stroke of luck all this happened now, and not during my favourite season, partridge.

That's a lot of stroking. I just hope I still have one more coming... stroke, I mean. As long as the pathology comes back as benign, I will be one lucky, and happy, guy.