Today Lady Steed had the opportunity to go get some morphine and some laproscopy. And now she's one appendix lighter.
Remarkable isn't it? That a death sentence not so many generations ago is as routine as pie?
So routine that I'm having a difficult time being as grateful as I ought to be.
But if my heart and mind are slow to realize how lucky I am, rest assured that the rest of me knows, the rest of me knows.