This past Tuesday morning, I woke up at 4am so I could get to El Paso, Texas by 6. I needed to check in for my radical prostatectomy at Providence-Memorial Hospital near the campus of the University of Texas at El Paso. The drive down was nice and quiet. Interstate 10 hadn’t yet become busy. My wife, Kumie, kept me company. The lights of El Paso and Juarez were just fading as twilight began to brighten the sky. Because I’d preregistered with the hospital, a nurse had called me the day before...