Lung Cancer, Robots, and Devil Dog


Yesterday, my mother-in-law was put under anesthesia and a robot removed the upper lobe of her left lung.  This is true.  


She's doing much better today.  The surgery went very well and, thanks to technological advances (amazing really), the procedure was minimally invasive.  No incisions were made at all, merely puncture holes through which the diseased lobe of lung was pulled-out through.  The robot was controlled by a very human doctor sitting at what can easly be described as a video game console and the two of them, together with their team, pulled off the whole mind-boggling, but now considered routine, operation.  Her recovery is going incredibly well and we're very thankful for that.  This episode is so Star Trek/Star Wars.  It really feels like science fiction come to life.

So once again, we have a guest in the house.  The four-legged brown bundle of kinetic energy and movement whom we affectionately call Devil Dog.  (Her last visit with us inspired my story "Two Many Dogs.")  Chance the Dog has been looking very tired today.  After hours of sparring with each other and him looking at us imploringly for rescue, the Devil Dog finally stopped long enough to have what probably amounted to a mere three or four hours of sleep.  She was up bright and early at 6 a.m.  I've still never actually seen her sleep and wonder if she's really just resting with her eyes closed. I think it's going to be a long week.

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