With crossed fingers and high hopes...
I've been up since 3 AM and am now off to take Dad to the hospital for his surgery, because he needs to be there by 5 AM. (The surgery itself will be at 7:30.)
Today is the day, obviously, and we're going forward with all possible hope and determination for the best outcome. From all indicators, it should go well. I hope so. I very much hope so. I'm filled with an almost unshakeable uncertainty that all will be well, which means that I am either naive or an optimist--or maybe both. But I do feel certain. I'm trying to will that same feeling of calm certainty into my Dad's mind and heart right now. Any good thoughts or healing vibes or prayers or positive energy or candles or whatever you have to offer him now and in the days to come would be very much appreciated.
It'll be a long day. But in the end, I have hope that it will also be a good one.
All WILL be well.
(And a Happy belated Valentine's Day to all of you, and a million glittery kisses of thanks to
pokeystar for the lovely e-card, and another million glittery kisses of thanks to imashambles for sending me such a touching note and such sparkly valentines, and another million glittery kisses to pyjamapants for sending me such an awesome box of awesome and a note that made me cry happy tears [I'm wearing the peacock socks today, PJ, for luck!], and finally, a million glittery kisses to ideserveyou for the surprise Valentine gift of a wonderful, wonderful little fluffy-angsty gem of a Mighty Boosh story, which I HIGHLY encourage you all to read and lavish with the praise it deserves: Might Have Been. Thank you, all of you, for being such wonderful friends.)
Today is the day, obviously, and we're going forward with all possible hope and determination for the best outcome. From all indicators, it should go well. I hope so. I very much hope so. I'm filled with an almost unshakeable uncertainty that all will be well, which means that I am either naive or an optimist--or maybe both. But I do feel certain. I'm trying to will that same feeling of calm certainty into my Dad's mind and heart right now. Any good thoughts or healing vibes or prayers or positive energy or candles or whatever you have to offer him now and in the days to come would be very much appreciated.
It'll be a long day. But in the end, I have hope that it will also be a good one.
All WILL be well.
(And a Happy belated Valentine's Day to all of you, and a million glittery kisses of thanks to
pokeystar for the lovely e-card, and another million glittery kisses of thanks to imashambles for sending me such a touching note and such sparkly valentines, and another million glittery kisses to pyjamapants for sending me such an awesome box of awesome and a note that made me cry happy tears [I'm wearing the peacock socks today, PJ, for luck!], and finally, a million glittery kisses to ideserveyou for the surprise Valentine gift of a wonderful, wonderful little fluffy-angsty gem of a Mighty Boosh story, which I HIGHLY encourage you all to read and lavish with the praise it deserves: Might Have Been. Thank you, all of you, for being such wonderful friends.)