Well, I had my good hard cry early this morning...she looked like a peaceful little cherub curled up with all the stuffed animals and I was just so torn apart by having to drive a stake into that peace - even if it is for a greater, long-term good. She has been in such a good mood lately and very talkative, it's hard to bring down a spirit. Every time we go for some sort of barbaric intervention I worry that she will never trust us again. That is a major reason for choosing this operation. I am so done with the lifetime of medications pumped through her system, the contraptions, the needles shoved into the muscle beds over and over. Basta! More than anything, I hope this procedure will stand the test of time, and show itself to be the decision that made the biggest positive difference in her life.
I was going to give you all an update on how surgery is going. It is 11:00am, and I just got a call that the doctor is getting ready to close, and he will soon be arriving to talk to Doug and me. Boy, on Wednesday he said he would be done at about 11:00am. I hope that means that everything went perfectly according to the plan. Earlier the med surg nurse stopped by to say that her vitals were good throughout the operation.
I keep forgetting to mention how much we appreciate all of your love, support and prayers. We also love to read the comments you leave here on the blog. Well, I will depart the blog for now, but I will check-in later to let you all know how she is doing in the PICU.
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