Waiting Room

A friend brought us a puzzle. Making great headway on it while we wait for Chandler to come out of surgery. Surgery times are like flight times. If they say takeoff is at 3, you may get off the ground at 3 or 5. Chandler got off the ground at 6. Probably won’t be back in his room by 10 or 11. 
Other than, “How is Chandler doing?”, the big question is, “How are you guys doing?” We are doing well for the crappy situation we are in. We are being carried by God’s presence that looks like—spaghetti and meatballs on our doorstep, text messages, familiar faces coming through the ICU elevator door, a card with a heartfelt prayer or words of encouragement. I will take the time to share in more detail when I can, but right now, my E (extroversion) is usurping my I (introversion), and I am soaking in the company of so many dear friends and family—medicine for my soul.
I will keep you all posted...

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This was originally posted on CaringBridge