Today has been the longest of days. Peter was supposed to go into hospital yesterday, but in the end there was a change of plan and we had to go in for 7.30am this morning. So that meant leaving just after 6.30. He was told that he was a way down the list and would probably be operated on about 4pm. But hey, what's a few hours when you've waited nearly 3½ years?
I came home for a while. The operation was probably going to take 3 hours and then he would be an hour in recovery. I was a little anxious when I rang and he was still in surgery. (My last experience of surgery was when Dad was in, not that I reminded anyone of that.)
Then I got a phone call, on my mobile from the surgeon himself. My first thought was, "Oh no! What's wrong?" But no, it was just a call to assure me that he was out and all had gone very well. How's that for service on the NHS? I am so impressed with this man, he was worth waiting for.
So having dropped Anni and her friend's ready for her school trip to Paris (I know, some people have all the fun!) Tom and I went over to see him. (It's quite a trek, but obviously worth it.) He has his own room and is looking really well. He doesn't normally look this calm even when he is sleeping. He's pain free at the moment, something he hasn't experienced for as long as he can remember and so so far, so good. We have been overwhelmed by everyone's kindness, prayers and good wishes and to say I'm feeling thankful to God for his goodness doesn't even begin to cover it.
Time for a Lush bath methinks.....
2 comments:
Great news that it all went to plan, let us know if we can do anything to help.
Congrats all - Please pass on my regards!
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