Wherein the body is broken and relieved of it’s burden

The time has come. Ron has gone in for his prep procedure. The next step is the brutal destruction and reconstruction of his face.
I cannot read his site without feeling the tears well up, without the tender pains in my chest and throat. I am reminded of late night tequila shot parties, cinco de mayo parties, and indian burn contests.
I can do nothing but worry. I am not a religious person, there is no comfort in prayer for me. If you have the privilege of faith in your life, please consider offering up some prayers for Ron.