When my dad and I got to the hospital this morning, we were greeted by the heart surgeon walking down the hall. He told us again how sorry he was that my mom was going through such trauma and that this complication happens very rarely. He said that my mom was up this morning and sat in the chair to eat breakfast. He assured us that as soon as she was cleared by the vascular surgeon, they would get everything in order so she could go home. When we entered the room, my mom was back in bed resting from her big morning. That didn’t last long, though, as the physical therapist came in. I was amazed how my mom was able to move and walk after having been bedridden for 3 days. As the doctors and nurses commiserated and started pulling tubes out of my mom, the migraine that I was trying to avoid got worse and worse. Finally, I could take no more. I called my sister to please come and take over and I went home, darkened my room, put a cold wet cloth on my eyes, and went to sleep. In a few hours, my sister came home with my mom and dad. Luckily, by that time, the migraine was starting to diminish. It was wonderful to see my mom home again. Of course, she has another road to recovery, but as the doctor said, “She’s a tough lady.” Later I talked to my friend whose sister had the appendix surgery. She also went home today. Naturally, we are both very grateful. As for fireworks, the neighbors always have a big party and shoot some off. And then there are the fireworks on my dad’s ipad when he wins his solitaire game. But that’s OK. We have had enough excitement for now.

I Found God today having my mom back home, being grateful for my sister, and for my friend’s sister’s recovery as well.