The wrong side of the knife.

Tomorrow I go under the knife. Surgery is scheduled for 8:00 a.m. and I would appreciate everyones prayers. I was asked several times at church today if I'm ready and the answer is 'Yes' and 'No'. I'm ready for the surgery. If the anesthesiologist does his/her job correctly, I will be asleep during the surgery and won't mind the perforated goings on too much. If something goes awry (the stoic surgeon said this occurs 1 out of 25 times in this type of surgery [it just occurred to me that I should have asked the surgeon what my number was...1, 2, 15, 22. :o] sorry;o) then it is just a one way ticket to be with Jesus and those who have gone before. If God determines that it's not my time yet then I'll have 'quite a recovery' to work through. I'm a little nervous about the recovery but we'll do what we gotta do.

My good friends came over yesterday and we spent the day smoking. We smoked 10 Boston Butts, 3 briskets, 1 corned beef becoming pastrami, 1 brisket becoming pastrami and a beef tenderloin. Good food and sore muscles. It was a bit like the walking wounded. Doug on crutches, Dave hiding from kidney stones and me with cancer. Here is a picture of the three of us, Dorothy (the smoker) and my bald head.

God is good all the time!!!
jim

Psalms 4:8 In peace I will both lie down and sleep; for you alone, O Lord, make me dwell in safety. ESV