The day of the surgery…timeline:
11:00 PM: Fahlin stayed up late
Midnight: No food after midnight
9:00 AM: Cutoff for clear fluids
9:10 AM: Began almost loading up for hospital
9:15 AM: Yo’s phone buzzes…It’s Vanderbilt. Surgery canceled and MOVED to next Monday,
Aug 20th, 5:30 AM
UGH! Alright, enough! That phone call was not a happy moment. How much more of this can our family, our wife, and especially Fahlin take? This is the THIRD date she has had scheduled. This causes so much strife it’s hard to comprehend. We had family coming in town to take care of the homestead and help with logistics for the other girls. The meal train (thank you, by the way) has to re-schedule dates. Friends were in town to lend their support during the surgery and recovery time. What if they have to leave (they do)? Our help and support and help we would have had is leaving. And what about the blood we donated? It will be 20 days old on the surgery date. What now? Yolanda’s FMLA has already kicked in and I now have to schedule a sub and take care of things on my end. On top of that, my niece was taken to the hospital today and my dad is nor doing so well after his hip replacement surgery. Can anything else be piled onto this mess? My wife is at her wits end (I don’t know how much more of this she can take) and even Fahlin herself, all nine years and 53 pounds of her threw up her arms and said as only Fahlin could say, “You know, I just want this to be over…ugh!”
Then she just sobbed. Fahlin’s entire life has been a life of traumatic events. Just think, abandoned at birth (or shortly thereafter), sick and alone. Adopted at 5 ½ to a family of insane people (us), one of whom is bald and scary looking. Near death experience on the plane coming home (so we were informed), heart cath after heart cath, open heart surgery number one, more heart caths and now rescheduled three times. Even at nine years of age she is perceptive enough to know that this is not good. Poor, poor thing. I cannot imagine what she’s thinking.
So, the women got her out of the house today. Lunch, the park, where I met up with the and taught Fahlin how to play Bocce Ball, ice cream and now a trip to Target. What’s for supper? No one knows. That usually means leftovers and fend for yourself (for me anyway). Time now drags on for another week. What do we do? We trudge onward. Business as usual. Busy-ness as usual. And PRAY they don’t change the date AGAIN!!!