Oh nice poem - very Keats or Wordsworth - once upon a time - I was a fully trained and qualified cosmetic body piercer - and would get paid to stab people with cannulars - then put jewellery into the holes I made - strange sorta job - but cured me of my fear of needles -I've been there a few times too, probably due to my chic lifestyle and the odd cancer, but at 58 still I don't qualify as old fart, so I just came to say best luck to Gypsy, and a speedy recovery. And the same goes for all others who are through critical medical conditions.
I will dedicate you all a nice asturian poem:
If viagra doesn't work
cos you have misread the label
get a piercing in the willy
and a magnet in the navel.