You don't often feel glad that someone's having surgery but...
Three years ago this April, my mom was diagnosed with Stage 3 plus breast cancer. It had grown in such a way that surgery wasn't an option, and her treatment plan was to keep it contained as much as possible. Not a rosy outlook.
Two years ago this last August, when she was at a low point in her white cell count from Chemo, she was feeling rotten, with a lot of abdominal discomfort. My dad took her down to the ER, and it turned out she had a ruptured diverticulum (having your colon spewing bacteria into your abdomen when you have virtually no white cells is a bad recipe). She made it through surgery for that, and two weeks later came out of the hospital, (at her follow up appointment, the surgeon told her he'd figured she had a 10% chance of that happening when she came into the ER).
Chemo, and several different drug treatments later, things have improved enough (actually, they aren't sure there's any cancer left), that she's going in tomorrow morning for a mastectomy.
The few of you who've met her wouldn't think of her in these terms, but she's one tough broad when the chips are down. 
Any prayers/thoughts/vibes y'all have would be greatly appreciated.
