Stranger Than Most

by SUSAN LAUTZ, LPC

By the time you read these lines I will have had my surgery. I’ll have been stripped down, hosed off and sliced up like a Thanksgiving turkey. “A little off the breast?” Ah well, ‘tis but dust. So what are my reflections as I face this momentous juncture in my life? 1. I hope I don’t die on  the table. I hope I don’t get wheeled into the wrong surgery suite and end up having my foot amputated instead of my cancer removed.  I hope I don’t getone of those dreaded hospital  diseases.