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Friday, March 25, 2016

Surgery day

...continued from yesterday

Surgery day arrived bright and early and exceptionally sunny on July 7, 1999.
It was also the summer of Flat Stanley, but that's a story for another time.

I remember feeling so guilty; Andrew was so happy. He was thrilled to be eating a popsicle for breakfast. He had been freely telling people, "The doctor is going to cut my head and fix my skull," having no way to comprehend what was really at stake and what was to come. How can you prepare a 4 year old for the pain without scaring him?

We were thankful to be at Children's Hospital of Philadelphia where we not only had the best doctors but a whole staff that made patients and families their specialty. Andrew would be given meds while with us so that he wouldn't remember being separated from us, but also would not be put under until we were gone.

And then we waited.

And waited.

And waited.

We were in a room with other parents and about every hour we would be visited by a nurse whose only job was to check in at each operating room, receive an update on the child, and then report back to the waiting room. We lived for those updates. One-by-one, the other parents would leave to be reunited with their child in recovery.

Seven and a half long hours later we were given the word that his surgery was over and we would be able to see him soon.

Soon was an hour later.

Surgery was over but our journey of healing was just beginning.


  1. I just went back and read yesterday's post to get the complete picture about the surgery. I have no words to express how angry I get at the medical community at times. And to have to sit a full day awaiting the completion of surgery is brutal. I'm very interested in knowing how the next 17 years have been for Andrew.

  2. I remember this day. Michaiah wore a band-aid on her forehead as a reminder to pray for Andrew. When we went to the post office, the man at the counter asked about the band-aid, and she was glad to tell him. (I didn't comment, but I am praying that Victor and the college student can be a team next year!)

    1. Yes! That's right. I remember that now.