We have plans for mom and dad to be in Houston on Tuesday the 8th. Visit with doctor and run some tests on Wednesday with a tentative plan for surgery on Friday.
As we get close to the actual operation, the anxiety increases for the whole family, but mainly for dad and mom. The idea of going into a operation that is so serious in frightening.
These are the moments in life when faith, eternity, life, God's plan, God's will, prayer, and our own purpose on this earth flash through my mind. I know what I want to take place, but what does God want and what if those 2 ideas are different?
My dad actually does this whole thing really well. He has always been a strong man, but not proud to where he can't release emotion. He is just comfortable with the fact that he has no control over what happens.
The one in the operation has it the easiest. They just have to lie there and be worked on. The waiting room is where the battle is. Hour after hour of sitting and praying and pretending that the small talk that people are offering is of some comfort. This is so hard on my mom. She is strong, but not bullet proof. It's tough for me to watch her cry. I forget that my parents were crazy teenagers 40 years ago, and that they were in love with each other before they loved me. I look at them as a mom and dad, but she looks at him the same way I see Sharla. Can I begin to explain how empty my life would feel without Shar? No.
Pray for our family, pray for Dr. J. Coselli, but especially pray for Don and Betty. They are hurting more than they are showing. God bless you saints that go before God on behalf of my parents.