I sobbed when I dropped my kids off at my friend's house. I cried when I left my husband at the airport. Then I teared up thinking about how lucky I am to have such amazingly supportive friends and family. Tissues were heavily used that day.
Then, I got on an airplane and flew to Albuquerque, NM. A notoriously anxious flyer, I was surprised that I had absolutely no trouble (even with heavy turbulence.)
I got off the plane and was elated to see my Dad. He looks good, but I can tell that he has been losing ground. The timing of the surgery is perfect. He needs this kidney.
I enjoyed spending two days with my Dad and his lovely wife, June. We spent the time as if taking a collective breath before the plunge that this hectic week will surely be.
Sitting in the waiting room, readying myself for the pre-anesthesia screening, I am reflecting on the joy that this gift will give to more than just my Dad. Generally relegated to just praying when someone is ill, I am actually able to do something this time. Many, including myself, will be better for it.
More to come...
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