Anything is reason to get together in my family, so tonight the troops are gathering. Megan, oldest daughter, arrived in time for happy hour (no, I’m not drinking these days); Colin, oldest son, just left Tomball about six-thirty, hoping to be here by 10:30; Jamie, younger son, had a out-of-town client in town and a dinner meeting, so he’ll be here early in the morning. Jordan, of course, is here all the time—God bless her.
Tonight we had a beautiful and delicious dinner. I requested lobster salad and Jordan put together a Cobb salad. We were good and saved some for Colin.
Tomorrow we have to be at the hospital at 10:30, surgery at 1:30. I will be glad when it’s tomorrow evening, and the surgery is behind me. Everyone says I will notice the dramatic lessening of pain immedately—I’m ready for that. Tomorrow night I will sit in a chair and eat my dinner—I can order from menu.
And then the work of rehab begins. Everyone I talk to stresses the importance of doing the exercises. I foresee a lot of hard work and being tired.
People have been so kind to me this week. I thank everyone for their good wishes, prayers, words of encouragement. I am blessed beyond measure and grateful for it.
Tomorrow night, the four kids will collaborate on Judy’s Stew and report on the surgery, so look for it if you’re interested.
I’ll dance with each of you soon.