I talked myself out of it, but the neurosurgeon took the time to call me and explain again how bad the spinal cord compression is. Surgery is scheduled for the 18th. I'm glad it's coming quickly, so I have less time to think about it. The worst part is forcing my darling sister into hosting Thanksgiving for us. It's just one night in the hospital, and I'll have to wear a hard neck brace for a few days, so no driving. I have lots of homemade meals in the freezer, but my daughter created a "meal train" for me on Facebook, so I will have little to do but watch old movies.
I'm going to ask for a zipper, so I can check things out in there periodically. I can be called "Zipper Neck," as in Young Frankenstein.
Thanks in advance for your prayers.