I had just finished scheduling moms back surgery as well as her appointment for pre-procedure evaluation. I had hoped they would be able to schedule it sooner, but I suppose another six weeks wouldn't make that much difference. As I was pondering what difference that 6 weeks might make, the phone rang. "We've had a cancellation", the person who took care of scheduling surgery caught me off guard, "It might be too soon for you though". My heart skipped a beat.
"Well, I certainly hope that's your plan", I hoped she hadn't read my mind. I hoped she didn't know that I was terrified that this surgery was going to do more damage to her already precarious health. I didn't want her to know I had any doubts. I needed to shake the uneasy feeling I had in my gut. Mom needed a soldier, not a deserter! Luckily, mom had a bunch of soldiers.