This past Friday, Mother had her breast biopsy. Waiting hasn’t been easy for her.
My sister Jennifer, Mom’s husband Gene, and I joined her inside the curtained cubicle in pre-op. “Oh, good. Y’all are here.”
Pretty soon she asked for her big white sunglasses.
“You’re going to wear them in the hospital?” I said.
“The overhead light’s bright and I don’t have on any under-eye concealer.”
Jennifer fished through Mother’s huge Ziploc baggie and handed her the glasses.
“This is too funny–you in these glasses. Can I take a picture for my blog?”
“By all means.”
I handed Gene the camera and we crowded around her bed.
“That picture’s terrible. Looks like I’m lyin’ a corpse. Take a another one and I’ll hold my head up better.”
Only my mother.
“You and Jen look like nerd sisters from the sixties wearing your glasses. Ya’ll take a picture looking like that. It’s only fair.”
“Listen to all the chatter in the other cubicles,” Mother said. “Sounds like a party. Wish I could meet everybody and work the room.”
“You could in those glasses.” Jennifer said.
Who knew you could have this much fun in pre-op? We got tickled–started laughing hysterically, and then the anesthesiologist pulled the curtain back. Ahhhhhhh! He caught us snapping pictures. I’m not sure he understood our humor, but Mother’s doctor sure did.
“I should have known your mother would have a party going on in here.” He flopped down on the end of the tiny bed and laughed with us. Mother laughed so hard she cried.
After surgery, Mom ate some of Jen’s homemade fudge. She said she had so much fun, she wants to come back next week and do it again!
When you aren’t afraid, sometimes life just gets downright funny.
“A merry heart does good like medicine…” Proverbs 17:22 (KJ)
P.S. Tuesday, 5:38 p.m. Mom just called. Great report! Benign papilloma!