Friday in the OR, after the five or six people in the room finished their preparations, the anesthesiologist told me, if you want to say that prayer, now’s the time. And so, with prior approval of his, the surgeon’s, and the OR nurse, I said a prayer right before they put me out: with my arms taped out to the sides, not my usual posture for such, I thanked God out loud for the expertise gathered on my behalf. For their caring. And I asked a blessing on their work and on all their loved ones.
And with that they began.
The surgeon has come by every day both before and after to check on me. She’s a peach. She hopes to start me on liquids and maybe even food in the next day or two; right now it’s tube-only.
And maybe I already mentioned this (there’s a fair amount of brain fog going on around here) but the funny thing is, I who don’t even own a TV and haven’t watched it in 30 years–I’ve been watching the Food Network for days. Just in awe. And in happy anticipation of what I have to look forward to. At last.