Yesterday marked my 45th check in to Tripler Army Medical Center (TAMC) on Foursquare.  Surprisingly, I am not actually the mayor.  Plenty of folks are in far dire circumstances than I am, and every time I go there, all the handicapped spots are full.    My weekly trips to TAMC do feel somewhat like an arranged marriage.  I didn’t really want it, but parts of it seems to be working out better than expected.  I have heard other complain about military care, but in my case it is quite the opposite.  Two successful cancer surgeries, and now radiation with state of the art machines.     I have been blessed by wonderful doctors and nurses throughout this journey who truly care.  I can tell you that a civilian doctor has never given me their cell phone number (in case of emergencies)  I can’t imagine another place that could care for me so completely. Yesterday was a double whammy of getting a small part of my ear removed in a biopsy (skin cancer will have to get in line behind ovarian cancer) and a visit to the surgeon to check on fascia pain.  The doctor seems to think the fascia is fighting back.  Clearly, the fascia doesn’t know me well enough. I look forward to the time when a weekly hospital visit is not the norm, but for the time being. this is the way of things.