hi friends —
My mom is going in for surgery early in the morning for a hysterectomy, etc. I’d really appreciate your prayers for her as she undergoes the surgery and for a quick recovery (estimated time: six weeks).
Mom was in the hospital three times last year and to be quite honest, it scared the crap out of me. Although I’ve made a decision to really attempt not to worry, this has been a real challenge for me. I’ve laid awake several nights, when the practicalities of “of course she’ll be fine” seem much more than a dawn away. A week and a half ago I was sitting in my cubicle quickly wiping tears away because the words to Death Cab’s “What Sarah Said” hit me really hard. It’s just been a long month and I will be so glad when the surgery’s done and she’s back home being grouchy at us because she’s restricted and bored. I can’t wait, because at least then it’s all over. I am more nervous right now than when I went in at 19 to have a tumor removed. It’s so much more difficult to watch someone you love get wheeled by a stranger through those double doors, away and out of sight. I would much rather go through those doors, and it’s not because I’m braver or any such nonsense: I would rather go because in many ways, it hurts less.
On a much much much smaller note, I’d appreciate your prayers for me as well. It’s nothing major, I am just plain worn out. Someone dropped some major balls at work and I had some real frustrating messes to deal with (translation: I had to get feisty to get things moving, which I hate); all’s fine now and we’re finally moving forward, but it sapped me of a lot of time and energy that really needed to be devoted elsewhere, such as to the actual daily responsibilities of my job. I have major in-house meetings at work this week, I have clients flying in from San Jose early next week, and not enough time to prepare for it all. I’ve been putting in long hours, only to come in the next morning and be fairly overwhelmed all over again. And uh, yeah… we’re going to need you to come in Saturday…
It’ll all be over in a week or so and I’ll be able to rest — this job just has seasons like that, and most times it’s kind of a crazy sort of fun — but right now, there’s a double load on my plate and I need a lot more energy than I have. I’m just beat.
Coffee. Loads and loads of coffee. Starbucks, tomorrow you will be my best friend. None of that hospital-crappy-excuse-for-a-mocha coffee. The real stuff.
Mom goes in at 7 am, and the surgery is expected to last about 2 1/2 hours. Dad and I will be at the hospital most of the day, except when I’ll leave to be with Grandma. Again, I really ask for and appreciate your prayers. Thanks, dear ones.