One year ago today, at 3:00 am I picked Stan up from the airport. The Navy had flown him home 3 months early from deployment to be by my side through the trials that awaited us. We made the hour drive back from Seattle, dropped off the girls with our friends, picked mom up and took her to the hospital for brain surgery. At 5:00 am we rolled her into the room to be prepped for surgery.
Several hours later, we saw mom again in the ICU recovering. She was already laughing and talking. Her room was so big, she thought they'd rolled her into a hallway. She asked me a few times to take her glasses off her head since they were squeezing it. I assured her it was the incision and 26 staples that were making her feel the squeeze. Other than that she was totally lucid and was cracking jokes to all of the staff. She didn't need any pain medicine from this point on. We would have to wait another four days for the results from pathology.
“The comedy of man
survives the tragedy of man.”
–G.K. Chesterton, Illustrated London News, 2-10-1906
“When we step into the family, by the act of being born, we do step into a world which is incalculable, into a world which has its own strange laws, into a world which could do without us, into a world we have not made. In other words, when we step into the family we step into a fairy-tale.” –G.K. Chesterton, Heretics