PROOF YOU NEVER GROW UP IN YOUR PARENT'S EYES . . .
Tonight when we got to the elevator on our way out of the hospital, my dad turned to me and said, "You can push the down button. I know all little kids like to do that."
AND, ISN'T IT ROMANTIC . . .
Although I have been disappointed my mom is still in the hospital, it has been fun to watch the interaction between my parents. Every night before he leaves, my dad will say prayers with my mom, give her a goodnight kiss and then tuck her into bed. But tonight she decided to go for a walk before getting in to bed for the night. As it was already almost 7:30 and we hadn't eaten dinner, my mom told us to go ahead and leave. So after prayers and a kiss my dad explained to the nurse that he wouldn't be there to tuck my mom in for the first time in her eleven day stay. The nurse replied, "Oh, don't worry. I am a very good tucker-in-er. " He then told the nurse to be sure and connect the monitors as well. (She has to be connected and disconnected when she gets in and out of bed) I could see the twinkle in her eye as she assured us my mother was in good hands.
AND THE GOOD NEWS . . .
We think she will be coming home in the morning. If she can manage the pain with pills and keep her dinner down, she will be good to go. I am so glad about that!
At the top of my last post I wrote about a conversation I overheard in the hallway. Today I overheard a lot of other conversations and all of them were sad. They included being told the cancer had spread, and a doctor telling how they tried in vain to save the life of a young girl fatally injured in a car accident this morning. I decided a hospital is not a very happy place to hangout in, unless perhaps you are in labor and delivery. My heart goes out to all the people we have met over the past several days who are suffering.