Whew! Noon on the day of surgery

So Ronnie's surgery's done. I was supposed to come to the waiting room at 11 and got a call around 10:45 saying it was over and went well and to come to the doctor's office. My sister was with me at this point and we went to his very busy office and stood there waiting to talk to him while I got more and more anxious.

But the news was as good as could be hoped. Easy surgery, best possible result. Hopefully will never have to go through this again.

So I'm still internalizing this. I get waves of relief and some other unidentifiable emotions pouring through me. To paraphrase the opening thoughts in Infinite Jest, I am trying to appear normal. It's not necessarily easy, but relief is such a generalized kind of feeling that it's tough to attach to to affect or a facial expression.

And of course I can't see what I look like either, but I'm glad I showered.

At this point, the most overwhelming thing is informing everyone and getting responses and responding to them. And one of our friends just reminded me to breathe, which was very good advice. I'll go for a walk soon, which will be helpful, though the snow is annoying. I do want to walk out onto the George Washington Bridge at some point. It's only a half mile from here and I want to look down the river at New York and just inhale it (not literally).

I'll keep posting as we go through the post-surgery process. Thanks again for all the support.