Follow Up

Monday number two of waking up here.  Only three more mornings to roll out of bed, our feet hitting the floor of this apartment, pieces of salt missed by the broom getting caught in the grooves of our slippers.  I think we're all ready for Florida's warm sun and our normal routines.

There all also four little white dogs back home who probably think we're never coming back.   I feel guilty for not missing them more than I have.  That is until yesterday.  With Nicholas's surgery behind us now, knowing how successful it was and his future looking bright again, I finally cleared room in my mind to think about other things.  

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Lori cranked her car up at 7:20, a good 20 minutes before we were due to leave this morning.  I guess it takes that long when it's this cold outside.  She dropped us off in front of the hospital 2 minutes later and in we went, hardly needing the many layers we wore for the few steps we had to take in the bitter cold.  

He had a blood test first to make sure his meds are still properly dosed.  Before we reached the next appointment, they already had the results. 

We had about an hour to wait until the next appointment.   The gift shop was closed so I took him up to the 5th floor where I sat for hours waiting for him to come out of surgery.   I knew he'd love the view and he did.   

Next stop, post op check with Dr. Dearani's P.A.

She told us she did a double take when she looked at his chart for the first time.  Surgery on Wednesday, released on Saturday afternoon.  She said they rarely see that.  She has no idea how many people were praying. 

We're back at the apartment again.  One day closer to home.

Tomorrow is his birthday.   But there's so much more than that to celebrate.