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Surgery II

Tomorrow morning, TB and I will leave the house around 5:30 a.m. (yes, there really is such a time and drive over to the hospital. The surgeon is going to repair the tear in his shoulder for the second time around. He was healing well after the first surgery last April and was into physical therapy, working hard, and suddenly he had intense pain again 2 months post-op. That wasn't supposed to happen. Who'd have thought physical therapy would create a new injury or undo repair to the first one?

My job in all this is relatively easy. I sit in the waiting room, read, watch TV and maybe run down to the cafeteria for a bite to eat. And I worry. Ted is knocked out cold on the table. It's all on the surgeon at that point.

Last time around, the surgery took longer than I expected and I really had agita waiting an hour beyond the time the operation should have been done. It turns out that the reason it took so long was because the doctor needed to reinforce the sutures with a couple of pins or something.

After the surgery, it's all on TB. Last time, he was in a lot of pain and I felt so helpless. I don't like to see him sick or in pain.

I keep saying to myself this, too, shall pass. This, too, shall pass.

Time is relative though. Time passes quickly when I'm having a really great time. It slows to a snail pace recuperating from surgery.

So I'll be praying extra hard for God to guide the surgeon's hands and fix TB's shoulder so that nothing will ever tear again. It better not!