The bike is still hanging

My sister-in-law called the other day and asked whether I had been out for a ride on what was truly a gorgeous fall day. I said the bike was still where I left it and the best I could do was to give it a quick wave as I passed through the garage on the way to a couple of check-up visits with my new BFFs at the Princeton Hospital. The good news is that since the last post I have successfully passed through two surgeries and can say that I'm happy (and a little relieved as well) with both. The first was to excise the tumor on my leg. The good news here is that the tumor turned out to be benign and the skin graft , while leaving a bit of ugliness on the leg, was a complete success. And a week following the leg procedure I went back for the lung surgery. This time the piece they pulled turned out to be cancerous but they classified it as a "stage 1" and are confident they got it all. The follow-up biopsies show no signs of cancer in either the surrounding tissue or the lymph nodes. Needless to say I was greatly relieved and there is no question I dodged a bullet. The recovery from lung surgery is a bit tedious (translation: don't run out of percocet) but every time I have to reach for a pain pill I remind myself that the cancer is gone and I have a very healthy set of lungs.
The next step will be to get physically ready for the colon surgery. The doctors are telling me that this is also very curable. The cancer is also in an early stage and the expectation is for a complete recovery. We are tentatively looking at three to four weeks for a date for the surgery. I cannot honestly say I'm looking forward to it - I would much rather be planning for the Covered Bridges ride in late October - but I do want it done and over with.
I still have moments where I think is this really happening? Is it real or some sort of bizarre dream? The discovery of three cancers all within a ten day period sounds more like a possible script for a B movie than a reality in my life story. However, the bike will be waiting for me, my tennis partners are holding my place in our Thursday tennis group. At worst this is a bit of an ordeal for the moment and at best it is something I think we will look back on as an ugly episode that passed and life goes on.
A final note: throughout these last few weeks Susan has been at the hospital, at the doctor's visits and with me every step of the way. She has changed dressings, helped me in and out of bed when the pain was severe, dispensed the meds when I needed them and generally been a pillar of strength and support. I cannot imagine doing this without her.