A week ago today (a week ago!) as I sat on the operating table waiting to get my spinal, my OB, who is the one who delivered my diagnosis to me, walked up behind me and sort of hugged me and said, "When did you get that tattoo?" in a sort of very heartfelt way. I forget about my tattoos, as I'm sure most people who have them do, but they do seem to provide much entertainment and conversation for most of the medical personnel I encounter. Anyway, without thinking, I said oh, a couple years ago. And then a few days ago it dawned on me why she asked it in such a way. I have a rather large backpiece composed of flowers of all of the nationalities that I am, and it's surrounded by the quote from one of Robert Frost's poem - "...but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep." And I do.