Not everything in life goes right. Even after 70 years, I sometimes have a hard time remembering that.

Yesterday, my oldest daughter, Audrey, had surgery in San Diego for the removal of breast cancer.

Since I first heard about the cancer a couple of weeks ago, I've heard a number of stories about how it would, could, and should be treated and a cartful of theories about the results. That's the important thing, right? The results.

She was somewhat awake through the two hour surgery. I know the feeling from having cataracts removed. My ex was there to be with her and take her home. It helps if you're mom is a RN with an IQ in the top one percentile, right?

Audrey is one of the 45 plus million people who works a regular job but is still without medical insurance. But I know she is being taken care of as if she were a queen.