My husband, Dennis, and I drove up to Lincoln yesterday to see my mom in the hospital. She came through the surgery ok, although she is having considerable pain, even with a morphine pump at her disposal, and some nausea. Even so, she was more worried about my dad and how he was getting along without her and how he would react to her being gone for so long. Dennis and I will go back to Lincoln on Monday to bring her back to a hospital closer to home. My brother, Tom, took my dad up to see her the day of her surgery. I haven't had a chance to talk to my sister, who lives in Nebraska. She works two jobs and its hard to catch her between them. My youngest brother, Bret, may be going up there sometime this weekend.
Hopefully, I can get my schedule changed around so that I can help her next week after she gets home.
Becky hired a babysitter the other day to watch her two children after school until Rusty, her husband, could pick them up after work. So everything has worked out pretty well. As it usually does. It is easy to hit the panic button when situations first arise, but I am gradually learning to just take life one moment at a time and answers have always appeared in their own time. The Lord does provide, but on his time schedule, not ours.
Have a good weekend, all. I will be working the next three nights at the hospital in Salina.