As I'm sipping my morning coffee (thanks, hubby!), I thought I'd do a bit of catching up. I was surprised to see it's been a week since I last wrote and a LOT has happened in that week.
Let's start with dad. Last Monday morning, he was released from the hospital. I figured I'd wait a day to visit. I was pretty sure the activities involved with getting discharged and then settled were enough activity for a day.
On Tuesday I visited him. Mom was napping and dad was dozing but I went upstairs and we visited for about an hour. I sat Indian-style on the bed. Dad looked great but I knew his body was still recovering. Staples were out and he had strips of "tape" across the incision. We had a nice chat. Dad says he is content. He was content before the surgery; he would be content no matter what the news was. I liked that.
I wore him out; he wasn't used to talking that much so I left him with the bag of throat lozenges and a bottle of water and headed home.
On Wednesday evening, just as hubby and I were walking out the door, we got a call from my mom. Biopsy results were in and the news was fantastic. As was noticed all along, there was sign of trauma (from who knows when) and inflammation in the area, but that was it. After hanging up the phone I burst into tears of joy. Literally. Hubby is a fantastic hugger and soother and we celebrated the good news. I dried my eyes and we headed out the door (I'll get to that later).
I called my mom Thurs and Fri and didn't see them again until yesterday. I didn't dare visit Friday with it being the start of Labor Day weekend. I feared driving home in the Newhall Pass would take forever and then on Saturday, I worked in the yard until it was roasting hot and didn't want to leave the house after getting cleaned up. Yesterday after church I drove down again. Dad was on the couch and then had lunch. He'd walked Zoe around the "big block". He had her on the leash even! He still has that tape which will probably come off at Wednesday's post-op visit to the doctor, but he looks great and feels good.
I am confident that whatever the outcome might have been, God would see us through it, but I would be lying if I said that this outcome wasn't way more delightful than it could have been.
Last week registration for Ceramics started. For the first time in at least 10 years, I registered alone. Dad will visit but has to take the semester off. I need to do something different this year. I need to focus on throwing and learn a few things. A week from tomorrow I will have my hands full of wet clay and love every minute of it.
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