Waiting, waiting, waiting. It is a waiting game.
We wait for the doctor, we wait to hear about the surgery time, we wait to know about mom’s prognosis.
In our waiting, we sit in sadness, thinking, pondering, wondering. What will be next?
We hear the fan overhead, mom’s IV drip, mom’s deep breathing, the lady coughing next door, the slap of shoes walking down the hall, the click of a door.
I see beautiful Australia photos on the wall, dad rubbing mom’s sore hips, , mom’s lemon lip soothers, my beautiful lunch brought by a friend.
I feel held up through prayer, thoughts and love.
I soak up mom’s beautiful smiles and dad’s many tears.
Surgery scheduled for 4:00. They are trying to move mom to make room for someone else. Really? Going fight!! NOW they tell me they are trying to move her for mom’s benefit so they can get to know her before surgery. Then the charge nurse told me this is a maternity, children’s floor. I corrected her and told her it was for women and children. Oh she was reaching for straws. We are in interesting times.