Surgery

Thursday we had Helen's 2 mos Dr appt. She passed with flying colors (weight, 8lb 13 oz) and looking great except he noticed a lump in her groin. Dr. asked me if I had noticed it, and I had not until he pointed it out. Well sitting in his office, he says that he thinks it is a hernia and he wants me to see a pediatric surgeon to confirm. So he calls this guy up and gets me an appt same day (A lot of Drs have great availability here, not like you would wait months on end to get an appt). Well, I grab Michelle and we go. The Dr is nice, doesn't speak much english but in the end, yes it is a hernia and we have to operate.

I was so upset. Last night, all I did was worry. I felt better after talking to Austin and decided it had to be done. Just do it. So I prayed and I felt that the deciding vote was to call my Dr (OB/GYN) and if he gave this guy a thumbs up, we were going to do the surgery here instead of going to the US. Well this morning, I have never felt calmer. I call my Dr and he says this guy is very good, and we are in excelent hands. To quote him "I think you will be very pleased with the results." This cinched the deal, and I made the calls. We are going to operate on Tuesday Morning. One day deal (no night in hospital) and in one week, all should be good.

I tell you that this has more than reminded me of when I had my surgery 1995. Dr appts, Mom and dad scared, waiting to see what the Dr says. But what I remember in this time in all this, I was never scared. I should have been peeing in my pants scared but I never was. All I knew is that everything was going to be ok. I remember going into surgery and as I was being wheeled in, I was smiling. I could not help it. I was thinking, you dumbo, wipe that grin off your face but I just couldn't. I just knew it was all ok. And it was. Today I woke with the same feeling and I really have to thank God for that one. I can not take any of the credit. I know it will be ok.