Tomorrow morning, my Dad will be receiving a new hip. (Cue all jokes involving how hip my Dad will be.) I have been through surgery, and I'm still the record holder in my family for longest scar, and most stitches. (Thank you Ben for adding to the already over 100 I had in my back.) My Dad was boasting about coming out of his hip replacement with some 3 or 4 incher, and I merely laughed. Nice try, but not even close. Anyway, once again my job has taken me away from a family event that I would like to be around for.
It's not a big secret, and a lot of people have this same feeling, but my Dad does not like hospitals at all, so this will not be easy for him in a lot of ways. It has been difficult watching my Dad's hip deteriorate so rapidly the past year. The wedding couldn't have been more perfectly timed last year, as we danced around in both Canada and England, and then he toured the Czech Republic with my Mom. To see someone whose first love is walking not be able to do that, is beyond painful for all involved. This surgery has been a long time coming, so we are all glad for it.
For someone who doesn't like hospitals, my Dad had to spend a good chunk of time in one when I had my surgery, and his main job was to keep a cool cloth on my face. It think it was one of those moments that he felt a tad helpless around the tubes and machines, so the least he could do was that, and I loved it. It was as important for him to do that for me as it was for me to have him do it.
So my thoughts and prayers are with the surgeons, nurses, anesthesiologist & anyone else responsible for my Dad tomorrow. I pray they all sleep well tonight, and that everything goes as planned tomorrow. Most importantly, I hope that the cloths I sent to my Dad are waiting for him when he wakes up, cool & ready to make him feel a little more comfortable.
Start stretching Dad, we have a lot of tennis matches to catch up on. The Tatranki open doesn't win itself!
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