The next
morning, as they prepped me for surgery, I had to rely on my humor to stay sane
and not breakdown crying.  I had a song
stuck in my head that oddly gave me strength and serenity:  Blue Oyster Cult’s 1976 hit “(Don’t Fear) The
Reaper.”  “Seasons don’t fear the reaper,
nor do the wind, the sun or the rain, we can be like they are.”  There was no sense in fearing what was about
to happen.