..."Awake" isn't the right word after tossing and turning all night, but on the morning of the surgery I finally got out of bed at 5 am. I made coffee, dressed, got my stuff and left everyone still sleeping at my house. I arrived at the hospital at 6:15 or so.In the waiting area, I was greeted by my sisters, brother, sister-in-law, Dad, friends.
All of us, family and friends, settled in for the post-op wait. My family tends to take over rooms, it is partly justified because there are so many of us, but mostly it is that we just spread out with all our stuff. We moved waiting rooms chairs, whipped out blankets, shared books and magazines.
Soon a nurse began taking us back three at a time to see my mom being prepped before surgery. Mom was in good spirits, joking and chatting. Her foot was her only sign of her nerves, jiggling to and fro, I reached out and held it.
Three at a time, we prayed, kissed and returned to the waiting area to find more friends had come to wait with us.
When it was time to take her, we all filed into the curtained pre-op area again. We surrounded her, prayed with her doctor and said our goodbyes.
Then began the long wait. Made longer, not because of the time on the clock, but because of why we were waiting. Most of us tried to lose ourselves reading or talking. But you would catch someone just staring blankly and know that our minds weren't on what was in front of us.

I fell into line in front of my father as we returned to the waiting area. We passed the news along, making calls, filling in visitors. And we ticked off of our time slowly, none of us could stay focused on any book or the drone of CNN we chattered.
Finally we were told to move to the SICU waiting area. We gathered up our suitcases, trunks, and tents (feeling like gypsies) and took over a new place. Walking in the door to our new waiting room our body language seemed to shout "Move over, here WE come!"

Soon we were able to go in three at a time to see her in her SICU room. She looked GOOD. So much better than what I was imagining. She was more than groggy but awake. My sisters, dad and I buzzed around her. Loving her with our words and gestures since we couldn't hug her like I wanted to. She begged for ice chips, and we spooned them in (my mom drinks water continuously all day when she is well). It was never enough to satisfy her but she was grateful for the relief that each one brought to her scorched throat.
She said to my Dad, "I did it." She made it through the first hurdle. I thanked God, I think we all did.

The Next Two Days
Mom is recovering well. My sister, the physician, stayed in her room the first and second nights, keeping an eye on her. My mom got up to sit in a chair the next day. She took a few steps the day after that to get in the chair, again! She hurts, but she can still make jokes. Each hour that she gets better is a blessing and I count them, holding them in my mind like precious stones.
Thank you for your thoughts, prayers, kind words. They mean so much to me and my family, people you have never met. Thank you.
I am so glad to hear that things went well. Are large families wonderful? I have one myself, and we take over where ever we go. I can't imagine life any other way.
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Wow, what a loving support system she has. How blessed!
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