Aint it the truth!

My mom goes in Monday for what I think is her 11th surgery on or about her
hips.

My brother in law goes in on Wednesday so they can pull out an enlarged
lymph node to determine if lymphoma has returned.  He was the pall bearer
last week for his brother's wife -- breast cancer.

My Godson was going through Paris Island and the leading candidate for Honor
Grad.  I was supposed to be there today to watch him graduate.  But, he
broke his hip during The Crucible and will now, instead, be discharged in
six weeks and politely told that he is not expected to return.

I drip in my pants and could care less about sex.  You are correct about
that inconvenience comparison.