On this Thursday, also known as “Star Wars Day”, Chase was in and out of surgery in a relatively short time as hospital days go, and we were able to bring him home.
We love the surgeon who worked with him today – not only is she an amazing doctor and advocate, but she’s worked with Chase before – sometimes even in very difficult moments. Before Chase went back, I sat with the surgeon and she explained things about the possibility for multiple incisions or cutting into muscle, but in the end, this boy (who does so much the hard way) had a blessed moment of ease: the implant was in one piece, so he only needed one incision and the rest of the area, both inside and out, was left virtually intact. (less stitches are always lovely, right?)
And then they wheeled him back, and he was afraid, but peaceful too. They stopped at the white doors that mark the line between parents and staff and I kissed his fuzzy head and told him I loved him so much. And as he passed through the doors – like he’s done too many times before – I cried.
I cried because the moment of separation – that knowledge he would be facing a cold operating table and a scalpel and I wouldn’t be there to hold him – never gets easier. But I also cried because these last two weeks have felt like the outside of enough and I was just so, so relieved that this was (hopefully) the last appointment for a little while. But regardless of what comes next, like Chase said when post-op didn’t include goldfish crackers: “It’s okay. We’ll just roll with it.”
Thank you for rolling with us.
Moment by moment.
Our God does ABUNDANTLY ABOVE ALL we can ask or think. So thankful that this precious little boy can get a “hospital reprieve” for a while. Thank you for giving us the opportunity to “roll with it” with you. May continue to bless you all. Ron and Ellen