I just got a call from Sara. Her father's surgery is over and the surgeon said it went well.
It has been a very stressful day for all of us. The surgery was supposed to take three hours, but it kept going on and on. After about eight hours Sara and I were beginning to get worried - although we did not talk about it.
Twelve hours later, the surgeon let Sara and her step-mother know that it was over. It turned out to be a difficult tumor to remove and the surgeon had to be very careful. I am very thankful that the surgeon was careful and prudent and did take his time.
But I do admit - the waiting and not knowing sucks.
If you had Sara and her family in your thoughts today, please receive our hearfelt thanks.