The Benefits of Surgery

Before the Surgery*

Last Friday Ron and I had dinner plans with friends. On our way out the door he tossed me the car keys.

“You drive,” he said.

“But I don’t like driving in heavy traffic,” I said, handing the keys back to him.

“You’ll learn your way around the city better,” he said.

True.

I hesitated.

“But I’m getting surgery,” I said, turning out my bottom lip and giving him sad eyes.

“Alright,” he said, agreeing to drive.

After the Surgery

“Do you want me to make you dinner?” Ron said.

“Tri-colored pasta and red sauce please,” I whispered, my voice scratchy from the breathing tube that had been in my throat this morning.

Ron made the pasta and it was the first thing I ate all day. It tasted delicious. For dessert he brought me a bowl of fresh cherries. He poured water and gave me my antibiotics. He offered to make tea. He agreed to watch Frontier House** with me.

I guess having surgery isn’t so bad.

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*The surgery was this morning. Thank you all so much for your thoughts and prayers. I’m fine!

**Frontier House is a PBS reality show about three families who agree to “live” in 1883 as they homestead in Montana. Excellent. Excellent. Excellent. It’s the best show I’ve watched in a long time. And it’s perfect if you’re ever laid up (two DVDs, six hours).

Finally, my latest blog post is online over at Wasa. It’s titled The Gift of Teachers. C’mon over and check it out.