Six hours had passed since my father went into surgery when we finally saw the surgeon come into the waiting room. I looked at his face and watched his body language to see if I could guess the outcome before he even got to us. My heart was pounding loudly in my chest. With a slight smile he stretched out his hand for us to shake it. The surgery had gone very well. They went in and did what they had planned and everything looked good! He would soon be in the recovery room and we would be able to see him. We asked a bunch of questions, and after answering them all he went on his way.
I sat there with a goofy grin on my face as I absorbed everything he had said. Shaking myself from my thoughts I knew the first thing to do was call family. One by one, I got excited responses to the people I spoke with.
We got to visit with him a few times before we left, but honestly the medicine had him so groggy I’m not even sure he will remember we were there! That’s ok, though, because at least I got to hold his hand. 🙂
What an incredible blessing!! I can’t tell you how happy I am this evening! It’s late and we are all going to bed, but I can’t wait to go visit him in the morning.
Thank you again for all the prayers and well wishes!