Well, I have been officially "deported" as of noon yesterday. One of my surgeons that I work for did the procedure. He left it open style so as to heal from the inside out. That will involve more hands on attention and care from me/us. Thanks to my father in law for the ride there and back and for taking care of my "stuff". I got home and it took probably 4 hours for me to get to where I could walk or think semi-straight. I ate some steamed vegis, angel hair pasta and two boiled egg whites. It hit the spot after 18 hours with no food. Now we wait and see and trust God.
Mom had to stay over night folowing her procedure for observation. We don't have the full story, but she is doing well enough to take care of herself at the Hospital. She ran my dad and her sister off from her room back to mom's house for the night. We continue to pray for a quick recovery.
I do not know what I would do without Jesus in times like these. What do people do? Where do they turn to or to what do they turn to? He is our refuge in the storm. And in addition, He gives us the ability to enjoy life better than we otherwise would be able to. Psalm 103 tells us to not forget all of His benefits. Amen.
More to say later, just wanted to post a quick update --- 5:25 am.