We were out of the hospital, but our dealings with St. Joseph's was not over. There was still the issue of the Ovarian Cist to deal with, and Eve's gynecologist was also resident at St. Josephs. The surgery was set for a month later, and Eve decided that this surgery would also be an opportunity to get a tubal.

Although there had been some confusion earlier in our marriage, Eve and I had decided that we would not likely be having any kids. Specifically, Eve was dead-set against it, and I didn't care enough to contest it. Reinforcing this decision was the possibility that Eve's pills may have triggered the colon condition! And not having to take them anymore would also reduce her risk of breast cancer.

At this point, we still didn't know for sure what caused Eve's problem. Some of the laboratory tests wouldn't be back for a couple months, at which point we had an appointment to see Doctor C again. One of the possibilities was that it had been found that pregnancy pills sometimes cause restricted blood-flow to the colon, which has been found to cause Colitis in some older women.

And so we prepared to return to St Joseph's. My preparation included asking my Insurance company whether leaving AMA (Against Medical Advice) would stop them from paying my bills. It wouldn't. So now we knew we could leave anytime without fear of the Insurance Company abandoning us. This was important.

Eve, unfortunately, began smoking again. I can't blame her. Never could, really. After returning from the hospital, she couldn't even gather the will to read a book. She just sat in her papasan and stared outside, or at a wall, and smoked, and daydreamed. I was worried, far more worried than I had ever been before at seeing this. But Eve reassured me constantly that she was enjoying herself. She loved to daydream, and she told me of the storylines that she was putting together in her head. When she told me these stories, my fears would lessen. They were wonderfully detailed storylines of her, living in the far future, immortal, alternate universe, infested with nanobots that repair her every health problem. I am there too, by the way, but that gets really complicated.