When I got there- my surgeon, Dr. Smith, prayed with me before they put me under. That was a first -- another first -- her office sent flowers that afternoon.
Two little girls and seven big people have been cheering me on this whole time.
Monday night bedtime prayers included Campbell's words . . .
"Dear Jesus
Thank you for making my Nana brave and for letting the doctors and my mommy help her feel better"
It's been a sweet family time -- and we are so touched by their little prayers. The girls have been worried about surgery -- they don't know what it really is and so Sunday night bedtime was delayed by C's coming downstairs to ask a bazillion questions about surgery. . . . like "what if Nana wakes up during surgery?" -- hmmm good question.
ANOTHER FIRST: I've never been dismissed from a hospital as quickly as we were yesterday -- we were back home by 9:15.
Pain gets high -- but the meds are working. Jesus makes it all better.
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