I’m off of work today.
Roy has his knee surgery. We rise
early and head over to the surgery center only to find out that we have arrived
two hours early. The surgery is
scheduled for 12:00 and we are to be there an hour early – 11:00a. It is 10:00a.
C’est la vie. We wait. Finally, he is taken back to be prepped and
shortly thereafter I meet up with him to sit until surgery time. The doctor runs late, doesn’t call, and doesn’t
arrive until 2:00ish. We are perturbed
by this lack of professionalism or care.
Roy hasn’t slept yet and they give him something to relax him. I think this knocks him out.
An hour later surgery is complete. Roy is the cutest thing as he fights off the anesthesia. The nurse is asking if he’d like a soda or
water, and he responds trying to communicate as if the drugs have no effect on
him. She looks at me and smiles with amusement
too. Slowly he can feel the anesthetic
wear off and his hunger kicks in. He
recalls the lights in the surgery room and the voice of certain nurses but not
much else. The doctor comes in and
explains that he took care of a tear in the back of the knee but also a flap in
the front that he hadn’t initially expected.
Roy has three small incisions with a stitch to hold each closed. We are told that Roy can expect to walk
around like normal by tomorrow and that he should return in a week to have the
stitches removed. We get instructions on
after-surgery care, prescriptions, and are on our way.
Eat at Las Palmas.
Steak is good! Grab Roy’s
medicine and put him to bed. He sleeps.
This evening after work I sit with Roy and ask him about
whether or not we should tell Wolfie and Drew. I wish we could get away with
not telling them but suspect that it will come out in conversation eventually
and I would like to break the news gently.
I talk to him first about my wording and then go to find the kids.
They are in the living room, Wolfie on his laptop and Drew
watching her Disney channel.
“I need to talk to ya’ll about Mema so I need ya’lls
attention okay.”
Wolfie immediately closes his laptop and Drew shuts of the
tv. Already nervous, Drew grabs a pillow
to hug and asks if it’s good or bad news.
“It’s bad news baby.”
She moans.
“Well” glancing back and forth between the two of them, “You
know that she went up to the hospital to have her cancer removed, right.”
“Yeah.”
“Well the cancer came back. So, that means that she’s not
going to get better now. She going to get sicker and sicker, okay.”
Drew is squirming and I ask if she’s okay. “No” she replies and climbs onto my lap.
“Eventually Mema is going to pass away and do you know where
she goes when she passes away?”
“Heaven” Drew cries.
“Yes.”
I hug and rock her and reassure them that she still has some
time. I let them know that Aaron, Candice, dad and I are going to visit Mema
this weekend and Drew insists that she is going too. Not what I had planned but I can’t deny her.
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