Today is going to be a long, long day. We were up at a reasonable time for a light breakfast and then to the Stanford Medical Center by 8:30. Paperwork, hospital bracelets and repeated questions regarding allergies, medical history, Dad's date of birth, Etc, etc. Dad finally progressed to hospital garb and a rolling bed at around 10 am. They gave him a 'party hat', and Dad tolerated us taking some pictures. There we all sat telling stories and recounting childhood injustices for an hour. Then it was 2 hours. Dad's stomach was growling like crazy. I had to put my ham sandwich out of his reach. Two hours stretched to three and the team finally took him back to surgery at 1:30.
Dad has been his characteristic calm, confident self through it all. His prayer this morning was "Lord, I'm but clay in your hands today."
The team I referred to was an impressive collection of predominately young medical professionals. They each one came by(during our 3 1/2 hour wait) and introduced themselves with a firm handshake. They explained their role in Dad's surgery, entertained our many questions, and bouyed our confidence by praising the talents of our surgeon, Dr. Visser.
We expect to be seeing Dr. Visser in another hour or two. They are 4 hours into this ordeal with a couple more to go.
Praying from Virginia! Love you all, wish I was there!
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