And now, something different.

The torture has begun. I had my second PT appointment today.

I just hung up the phone from talking to one of my first cousins, who is having surgery next Tuesday. He has cancer in his sinuses and the surgeons MAY have to go so far as to remove some of the dura and scrape the back of his skull. A neurosurgeon will be standing by in the OR in case he's needed. The surgery will be at the St. Louis U. School of Medicine Hospital; he'll be getting the best treatment around. The discovery was a fluke, of course.