As I'm writing this, and between posts, I'm doing some gardening today. Planting seeds. Tomatoes, peppers, beans, and cucumbers.
I fully expect them to flourish and to feed me and my wife all summer long. Frankly, it would never occur to me to think the farmers who grew the seeds or the company that packaged them or the garden-supply store where we bought them were thieves, or incompetent or had malicious intent. I can understand fear and apprehension--I had both of them myself. But I never once thought that those whom I chose to work on me had anything but the highest regard for my safety and my life. Or I wouldn't have gone to them in the first place.
As it turns out, I'm going back to USC for more surgery on March 23rd. Two weeks from now. And I'm pretty confident that when I return home I'll be in a better situation than when I arrived, my longevity and quality of life will be improved (over not going at all), and that the tomatoes, peppers, beans, and cucumbers will be starting to sprout.
I'm planning to have the best summer possible. I hope you are as well.