The Big Day

I got off work early yesterday. My sister drove two hours and arrived just ahead of the snow. The bitter cold evening called for a big pot of pumpkin soup and deli sandwiches.  Thankfully, Tracy's college night class was cut short and I was thrill to have both our children, he and Jessica home for dinner. Even Rick was able to enjoy a small cup of soup ... something that hasn't happened in a long time. It was a wonderful evening of sharing stories and lots of laughter--just what we all needed.

I finally went to bed around 11:30 last night. Not sure if I slept. I remember tossing. I don't remember my dreams and now, it's 5:50 AM. I'm the only one up.  As I sit in the dark writing this post, I feel amazingly calm and I'm reminded of a quote a dear friend of mine shared with me yesterday (author unknown).

If children have the ability to ignore all odds and percentages, then maybe we can all learn from them.  When you think about it, what other choice is there but to hope?  We have two options, medically and emotionally:  give up, or fight like hell. 

I certainly intend to do the latter!

Surgery is at 10:20 this morning. All prayers and happy thoughts are welcomed!