Guess Where We're Going!

I don’t like to brag, but with summer break finally here and everyone planning these awesome vacations, I thought you should know that Peter and I booked this sweet couples getaway for next month. This place has everything – valet parking, room service, private entry, 24 hour security, free cable and Wi-Fi, and high-rise views of the city. They also throw in complimentary bedpans and compression socks, if I remember correctly. Yes, I expect we’ll be leaving quite the glowing review on TripAdvisor about our charming stay at Vanderbilt University Medical Center.

5 stars. Would stay again.

After giving it a lot of thought (and dragging our feet for the better part of a week), Peter and I finally agreed that surgery is the best option. I think we both knew that after our meeting with the neurosurgeon, but neither of us were ready to get on board just yet. Brain surgery is scary. And lengthy. And exhausting. And generally a big fat pain in the watusi. But it's also an incredible gift that gives Peter a second (well, third) chance at life that a lot of tumor patients aren't lucky enough to get. So, even though we're not relishing the thought of going through this again, we're grateful for the opportunity to enjoy some extra years together.

Peter’s surgery is scheduled for June 14^th, which just so happens to be Donald Trump’s birthday. I wish I was making that up. I’m not. This surgery is gonna be HUUUUUGE. And I’ll get Vanderbilt to pay for it. 

  

So now begins the delightful process of pre-op appointments, phone calls with the insurance company, scheduling medical leave and making arrangements for our romantic three day hospital getaway. Oh, and making one of these...

I'll post updates and photos as they're available. If Peter still looks as good in a hospital robe as I remember, you're all in for quite a treat! 

Until next time!