Exactly 6 hours after my mothers surgery began, I receive a call from the nurse confirming that the surgery has gone well and they will bring her to the Critical Care Unit. An ocean of relief washes over my entire being. When we are finally admitted to see her I hold my breath for the worst. Incredibly enough she is awake and trying to talk. After 3 more hours she is sitting up in her bed and chatting normally. I am beside myself, I can not possibly understand how she can be doing so well. The doctor’s and nurses are equally impressed, she has had a remarkable recovery so far. I stay by her side, make schedules between myself and my brother, close friends who have come. I shuttle people around and even back to the airport. I have slept less than 20 hours in the past week.
I buy some vitamins and ibuprofen before heading up to her room trying to not to think of the flu-like symptoms that I am having. Tomorrow she will be out of CCU. Tomorrow I will have more time to do everything..