My mother had back surgery yesterday. The little kids and I went to see her today. She was pretty sleepy, but stayed awake for the hour we were there and was her usual cheerful self. She chatted with the kids and me. We even discussed plans for Christmas dinner. Because laying in a hospital bed at the beginning of October is the time to work out the details of when and where we will be celebrating Christmas. :)
I was so glad to see her acting perky, even if she was stuck in a hospital gown with IVs and oxygen. I try not to think of such things, but there's always that little bit of worry that something could go wrong during surgery. I know people were praying for her, and for her doctors, and it makes me so glad to know that God had everything under control.