Off to the Races

Impressive how organized this morning has been!

Justin’s team of surgeons, nurses, and anesthesiologists just took him back for surgery. The epidural (which is always a sticky point for Justin) went smoothly and his pre-op cocktails definitely helped ease his anxiety. The doctor stopped by and was highly optimistic from the scans on Wednesday (only a handful of trouble spots), so here’s to hoping for his most successful surgery yet!

Seems my plight with insurance will be taken up by the surgeon. I kinda like his approach, very Christina’esque … better at forgiveness than permission. I trust he will win the fight on the tail end and I appreciate his tenacity. 

The COVID imposed visiting restrictions will be a new paradigm for us. As I typically stay with Justin, night and day, looks like they’ll be kicking me out at 8:00 each evening. Of course, I will fight this tooth and nail, and look for support from his surgeon, otherwise he’ll be waiting till 8:00 AM to do his daily rounds or paying a second visit. 

I know Justin is in God’s hands, I know this is out of my control and I have overwhelming faith in the path laid out before us. I typically don’t get emotional, I go in 100% advocate/strength/cheerleading/positive, but this morning it hit me different. Suppose it’s the Holy Spirit knocking on my heart. I’m listening!

The last two major surgeries were 18 and 14 hours, respectively. The chief resident was optimistic to think less than 8. Funny how 8 hours seems so short.

God Bless,

Christina