I don’t know, maybe it’s a girl thing… Somehow our waiting area has been transformed into an Arts & Crafts activity room. I’m feeling hopelessly out of place. When she wakes up, I’m certain Pam will be very grateful to see how tirelessly her friends supported her during surgery. I hope she appreciates what her husband had to put up with to endure that “support”!
My own darling daughter is playing the part as well. And I do mean she’s playing a part. She just learned to knit this morning. Of course she’s learned (and forgotten) how to knit many times. You could put your Christmas orders in now, but I doubt they’ll be ready in time.
It’s been more than four hours, now, and we still haven’t heard from the surgeon. I’m guessing that’s a good thing. The longer he works, the more cancer he takes out.