Yesterday morning, my Uncle Jerry called to let me know that my dad was out of surgery and in recovery. He'd spoken with the chief surgeon who said things went well.
When I thanked him again for being there, he said he was honored to be able to be there with my dad. Jerry's such a classy guy.
I know my dad's pre-op day had been pretty rough. When I spoke with my mom at 9:30 pm the night before the surgery, while my dad was still having tests run, she said she was beyond frustrated with the way things had gone that day.
Hopefully, they got all of the problems out of the way that day and the rest will be smooth sailing.
Sam spoke with my mom last night while I was driving home from the grocery store. I think I heard her say that my dad was awake, that he wasn't feeling good but that he'd feel better in 3 or 4 days. I hope to talk with them myself soon.
Today is my mom's birthday. Having my dad recovering and feeling better are wonderful gifts.