An Answer...Possibly - Monday, January 16th - Day 12

This morning I awoke feeling rested for the first time in I don't know HOW long. I have no idea why. Jeff and I stayed up late last night (Sunday the 15th) working on a budget spreadsheet to take to the meeting we were having with my parents' Estate Planner (we'll call him John). The meeting went well. John was very impressed with Jeff's spreadsheet because all of the financial info was perfectly laid out...how much they owed in total, each month, income, etc. I still think Jeff should be an accountant on the side. This info was VERY useful and made the decision-making stuff SO much easier. Who would have thought one paper with a bunch of numbers on it could do that? Anyway, things got sorted out nicely and by the end we left my eternally-confused dad feeling like everything was going to be okay money-wise.

Then I went to see my mom. She got an answer from the doctor about her gall bladder. They were going to take it out probably and probably tomorrow (Tuesday the 17th). UGH. They want to see how it looks tomorrow. What difference does 24 hours make??? Okay so I cuss. I cuss A LOT. But I wanted to keep this topic free from explicatives and the like, out of respect for my mom. I SO WANT TO SPEW VERY BAD WORDS from my fingers right now. But I wont. I will say that again I AM SO TIRED OF WAITING and SO TIRED OF NOT KNOWING and SO TIRED OF MIXED MESSAGES and NOT BEING NOTIFIED OF IMPORTANT RESULTS. The hospital staff is taking great care of my mom, treating her well for the most part, except for when it comes to decisions. I know medicine is not a perfect field; its an unpredictable field, so I'll give them that. And people want answers, so even though I'd rather have a yes or no answer, I guess a probably answer is better than no answer. Sigh. Whatever. So we should know by tomorrow.

Otherwise my mom is okay. She's less worried about the possible operation than I am. She said something to the effect of, If I don't need it, they might as well take it out! While I'm sitting there trying to get answers out of people about how serious this type of operation is. And I get the usual, no, its not terribly risky, but every operation has its share of risks, yadda yadda yadda (I usually don't use that word. In fact I NEVER use that word).

Anyway, so another day and night of waiting. I don't know how my mom does this. SHE is the one who may have an operation tomorrow and I feel like I am more worried than SHE is. Maybe she just has a good way of hiding her fear. I hope not...I hope she really isn't scared at all.