After three or four or five weeks of tests and fidgeting about a potential cancer node on my right lung, the operating deed was done today. They had to play the worst-case-scenario even though they weren't sure. It turned out not to be cancer, and today I feel as if I had been kicked in the chest by some medium-sized, cloven-hoofed animal. A "fungus" was the verdict.
Arrived at the hospital at 7:30 a.m. Monday and arrived back home Tuesday at 1 p.m. That's the most efficient hospitalization I've ever been subjected to.