I had my usual Wednesday morning phone in to Ron at the radio station this morning [6.45 am] with some local sports results. But before that, a slightly earlier rising, so that I could give Heather a ring before she went into hospital. Daughter Vonda was to collect her at 6.40 am for the short drive down to the Ballarat Base Hospital, where we were all hoping that this time, the surgeon would agree to proceed with the knee reconstruction operation required to her right knee.
By the time that short conversation was finished, I think my friend was more upset, than the nervous state she had woken with this morning, after a restless night with not much sleep. Her big fear was that the surgery would be deferred, again as it was 12 months ago because she had a minor infection at the time. Around 7.30, I received a more cheerful message [obviously pre-op prep time from within the hospital] from Heather, and I took it from that, things were going to proceed as planned. An hour later, at 8.30am, a message from her daughter – ‘Mum has just been taken off to surgery – I’ve been told it will probably take 3 hours for surgery and recovery..’. So that first step had been passed, actually getting to surgery this time.
Where flowers bloom, so does hope [Lady Bird Johnson]
The flowers take the tears of weeping night, and give them to the sun for the day’s delight [Joseph Cotter]
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