Dear Group, Around 10:00 this evening the phone rang and it was a call from a Dr. Amondeo from the VA hospital in response to my earlier call this afternoon to get some sort response from an eventual Dr. Singh who, of course I've never even spoke to in the first place. And for that matter, I've never even spoken to Dr. Amondeo before, either. Of course I was totally surprised to get such a call at that hour but, more than that, I was totally surprised with Dr. Amondeo's total interest and concern with my present concern with the swelling and redness in my breast after my biopsy. As far as the present condition of my breast, he told me the whole nine yards of what was going on with it after my surgery, it was a healing process and that there there was no problem with it. And when I sobbed out my concerns that I was afraid that the present condition of my breast might delay one more time the ultimate surgery, he again gave me the whole nine yards in real words. He let me know that the condition of my breast wouldn't be a concern. What WOULD be a concern tomorrow would be my pulse rate and my blood pressure. THAT will be their concern. And if they felt that it would be a danger to my health, yes the surgery might be prosponed once again. Well, if that's the case, I guess I can handle that. Debbie will not have to drag me out of the house with a rope around me and I'll show up at the hospital as calm, cool and collected as I can manage to be. And before Dr. Amondeo and I hung up, he let me know that he would be there with me on Thursday and I let him know that I expected him to cling to my hand when he showed up. He promised that he would be there and do that. Somehow I was reminded of Mozart in all of the above. Wasn't his middle name Amadeus? I dearly love classical music, it sooths me, and I guess Dr. Amondeo with his soothing words late this evening also soothed me. Isn't it funny how things turn out at the very last moment? vee