A day came when I realised that I was assuming the worst rather than hoping for the best, and that this approach didn't make any sense! Its one thing to be realistic and acknowledge the risks of the operation, or the reality of the survival statistics, but its as if I was so determined to be sensible and pragmatic that I was failing to allow for hope, not to mention grace.
I knew when I set down the paint below that I wanted to describe and record this change in thinking, but not exactly how to do it. I've learned that all you can do is BEGIN, so that's what I did using ordinary craft paint in three different shades.
And then I started writing down everything I'd come to understand, and my decision to choose hope rather than assume the worst. I do know that bad things might still happen, but overall the statistics for this type of cancer are good, with a high survival rate. Removal of the bladder sounds really scary, but the more I learn about it the more I realise that its actually quite straightforward to manage and no big deal. So, as I wrote at the head of the page, I'm not wasting any more energy on fear, I'm hoping and believing that this operation can be a total cure - words used by the surgeon. Maybe I got a bit knocked off course by the sudden death of my friend's husband on the operating table ... and feared a similar outcome. I'm (trying) not to do that any more.
I thank God that this is the kind of cancer on which its possible to operate - many aren't - and that we have a good chance of coming out on the other side of his recovery with a chance to start the retirement fun that's been put on hold. Bring it on!