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Sitting in the surgery waiting room my attention span is about as long as gnat. I have a book, a word search puzzle book and my phone. I pick up one – read two pages. Put it down, work part of a puzzle, put it down. You get the idea. The problem is I sat in the waiting room from 7:30 a.m. until 1:00 p.m. That’s a really long time.
But I found something that really held my attention. I started reading the comments that people have left either on FB or on the blog. But I didn’t just read the comments – I spent time thinking about the people who wrote them.
Many of you I have met in person and that makes it easy for me to remember the good times we’ve had together, the problems many of you have experienced or are experiencing, and the hope that we will meet again in the future.
There are also many who comment that I have not met and yet I do know you from the wonderful blogs that you write. Those of us who write blogs (at least the ones I follow) put ourselves – the good and the bad- out there and hope that everyone understands and accepts.
I am so grateful for all those comments. They lift my spirits tremendously. I know I don’t comment as often as I would like but I do read your blogs and enjoy finding out how your day or week has been going and what you’ve been doing. It doesn’t matter if you’re out exploring or you’re living life and facing whatever it brings. You are all important to me.
Surgery waiting rooms are filled with tension. Everyone is on edge waiting to hear how their loved one is doing. Sometimes the news is good and others it’s not. A gentlemen sitting near me got the news that they could not remove the tumor from his wife’s lung because the cancer had spread into the lung walls. Another family found out that their father’s heart bypass had gone really well. But no matter what, the nurses and administrative staff that helped everyone were kind, compassionate, and cheerful. They made all the difference in the world. No matter how many times they had to explain something it was always done with a smile and patience.
I use valet parking at the hospital. It’s cheaper than parking for that many hours in the parking garage and it’s a whole lot easier. But what really makes it fun, is when they pull up in our big diesel truck and this short old lady comes over to get the truck from them. They always ask “Is this your truck?” I love it. And I want you all to know that I am doing a pretty darn good job of driving that truck now. I’m even doing better at parking it but still not very good. However, I will gladly let Jim do some of the driving as soon as he can.
And speaking of Jim – he is doing really good. The surgeon said that it was an easy fix and he should be doing much better within a week. Ask me in a week and I’ll let you know if that’s a true statement. I left him in his room under the influence of some really good drugs and came home to take care of the girls.
I think I’ve rambled on long enough. Thanks again for all the comments and encouragement. So greatly appreciated.