That being said, yesterday my dad had his surgery. We were at the hospital from about 7 o'clock in the morning til 9 o'clock last night. Through about seven hours of surgery and about an hour of waiting to see my dad -- we made it. I'm almost definite that those 7 hours were the longest hours of my life. The doctor said everything went very well and although he's in a lot of pain, he is going to be just fine. It was difficult for me to see him under all the anesthesia and pain medication yesterday -- he wasn't himself. He's in so much pain and there's nothing I can do to help alleviate the pain. I hate that... I think I was expecting the witty, bounce-back person I'm used to -- even under medication -- but he wasn't all there. Today he's doing much better, PTL. He's been able to walk around a few times and has been able to eat a little bit. God is faithful!
I simply adore my dad.
On a different note:
It's my 22nd birthday.
I can't say that I feel much older today, but I can say that I won't ever forget this birthday... I couldn't have asked for a better gift than for my dad to be out of surgery and have no trace of cancer anywhere else in his body. Knowing from this point on that he will be better is the best gift anyone could give me.
So, today we celebrate in Room 170. It's a special kind of celebration. Here's a toast to a long life, a birthday, and many, many memories.
Cheers.
1 comment:
wow... you bout had me in tears.
you're so strong and faithful in everything you do. i'm proud to call you my friend and even considering the circumstances surrounding your bday, you were selfless and looked at the big picture. i'm proud of you!
can't wait for the tu tu celebration next week though :)
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