My mother came into my room around six o'clock this morning to say good-bye before heading to the hospital. Fortunately, I was awake enough to pray over her and get one more hug. Four hours later, just about the time I was beginning to wonder if there was a complication during surgery, my father called to say the operation was complete. The surgeon had successfully removed the gall bladder with no problems and Mom had just been wheeled to the recovery area. To my astonishment, Mom called me herself once she was in a private room. She still sounded groggy from the anesthesia, but it was wonderful to hear her voice nonetheless. She even joked with me, asking if I had cleaned the fireplace chimney like Cinderella!
Mom obviously has abdominal pain where the incisions were made, but she already commented on how the nausea that had plagued her for months was gone. She was planning to spend the afternoon sleeping before a family friend stopped by for a visit. Qavah and I will see her later tonight after supper. Even though Mom was hoping to come home right away, the doctor's recommendation was for her spend the night at the hospital. I will stay in touch and let you know when she comes home. In the meantime, thank you for the many prayers and offers to bring meals. It is a relief to my mother to know that her family is being taken care of while she recuperates.