I exhaled for the first time in four days and my shoulders slumped forward. The yellow brick road unfolded beneath me. I just needed to follow it straight back to normal life. I would simply have surgery to remove my skull base tumor and my life, which had come to a screeching halt a week and a half ago, could resume as planned. This was just a blip of bad luck and after it was over I could forget it. Like it never happened. I had been living life in crazy Technicolor for the past week and I was ready to go back to black and white. I turned to Dr. O and asked him when we could “Cut. It. Out.” Miming the motions like Dave Coulier used to do as Uncle Joey on Full House. But Dr. O didn’t laugh at my awkward, outdated joke from the early nineties and I could see in his eyes that it was not going to be as simple as I had thought to get out Oz.