Nicks and dings

There seems to be kind of a silent brotherhood among hospital visitors. As I ride up in an elevator, sometimes, even if no words are exchanged, a look will pass between me and another passenger that says, "Yeah, this sucks…"

Diane's hands were swelling a bit (this is normal in situations like this) and it was decided her rings needed to be taken off. One of them had to be cut off. The other (her wedding ring) bears a nick from that cut. 

Now, the way I look at it *as a guy*, the nicks and dings and dents on things (such as my cameras and lenses) can serve as a testament to the work that has been done with them, or of goals met or problems surmounted. 

It will be up to Diane what happens, but I'd be in favor of leaving this nick in place as a monument to the crap we've survived together. But she may want to fix it as a way of putting all this away. I look forward to her decision.