Wednesday, April 02, 2008

She walks...

No, not a line from a 1950's monster movie, or the first works of a poem by Lord Byron, but my mom. Last Wednesday she had knee replacement surgery. Edison and I traveled to Tucson to be with her (and my dad).

We arrived on Monday evening. Long flights, lots of waiting. Tuesday included a spring training game between the Rockies and the White Sox. Wednesday was surgery. More waiting. Thursday was lunch with Edna and a trip to Ft. Lowell. Friday was a check on Mom at the hospital, then to the UofA for museums. Mom was released from the hospital on Friday afternoon and that evening went to Applebee's for dinner. Saturday, we were at the van shuttle to Sky Harbor Airport at 5:45am. Lots of waiting on the way home. But we made it.

Now, there are a lot of little things that happened throughout the week, but I didn't want to start on them until I laid out the fact that Mom is walking. With a walker. But walking. Surgery works and God is good.


Dan said...

It was painful, so don't you be knockin',
Marks' mom - she just started walkin'.
She had surgery, you see:
Replaced a bum knee.
And Mark's right - it's God who is rockin!

Help! I can't stop with the limericks!

Steve said...

Dan, you croc me up.

Mark - Amen!

Angie said...

I am so proud. . . . tears are welling up!

Yeah, I guess I'm proud of your mom, too. It's just this limerick thing I've begun. . .with Dan. . .so touching. . .so moving.

George said...

People [seasoned observers; pros come later]continue to applaud, at least symbolically, at the changes and progress being noted. We all continue to be grateful.