For days, I couldn’t sleep. We’ve had money problems that I’ve been very stressed about. But that wasn’t it. I was worried about Luke and his impending surgery. I started to get very bad feelings and worried about the risks. I had a lot of confidence that nothing would be wrong, but got scared as the day got closer.

The morning of surgery, I woke up in the middle of the night. I looked at the clock, 3:33. OK. Everything was going to be okay. We got up early and went to the hospital. We were the first ones there. Luke clung to me the whole time.

When it came time for surgery, Luke was calm. He went with Marcia back into the room for anesthesia. Marcia said he did well.

While he was in surgery, I felt good about it. I wasn’t a nervous wreck. Neither was Marcia. We have confidence in Luke’s surgeon. So, when the surgeon called us out of the waiting room, we knew it was good news and that everything was okay. And it was. Luke did great.

It is three days after surgery, and he is doing great. He has tolerated all of the pain. It is almost as if nothing happened to him.

Before the surgery, I prayed. I prayed for Grandmom and Grandpop to watch over him. I felt that they heard me. I don’t talk to them. I don’t ask for their help much anymore. In fact, I think this is the first time I’ve ever asked for help from Grandmom. But, I think they listened. I felt comforted.