Sorry I've been MIA for a few days. It's The Princess' last week of school. Enough said?
Also. I want to be super clear about something. I so appreciate your comments. SO APPRECIATE THEM. Especially when writing this type of saga, it is very encouraging to receive your sweet messages. However. Many have mentioned my faith. Y'all. My faith is so nothing to be on a pedestal.
My faith is totally and completely ordinary. Maybe less than. God gave me the grace to handle the last 2 months of my life. Just like He would do for you.
It's nothing that I did without Him.
Please keep that in mind while you (if you?) continue reading about our journey.
As soon as the nurse told me that The King did, in fact, have a colloid cyst and would need a full craniotomy, she told me that I could spend a minute or two with him in pre-op.
The nurse pulled me aside and said that I was the only one authorized to go back with him. If I wanted to take anyone else back to see him, it was my call. I immediately asked The Princess to go with me. I also asked The King's mom.
The nurse had stressed to me that we would only have a minute or two with The King. On the way to pre-op, I stressed to both of them that we had to make it quick.
His mom was able to visit with him for a few minutes, then she went back to the waiting room. The Princess spoke with him and gave him a kiss. I just told him how thankful I was that he'd be having the craniotomy. I knew that was what he wanted to happen.
We were about to head out of pre-op when a nurse came into his cubicle and said The King's surgery had been pushed back a bit, and we'd be able to stay a little longer.
I thought about going to get a few more family members from the waiting room to come back, but The King said he just wanted to hang with The Princess and me.
We didn't talk a lot. We just sat.
The King was a little loopy.
It was kind of weird seeing him with out the unicorn.
An anesthesiologist came in and talked to us. There would be 2 anesthesiologists in the operating room with him. There would also be another specialist (can't remember who) who would constantly be monitoring the communications from his brian to his extremities.
It was about this time that I realized he would be on a ventilator. I know that is typical, but I hadn't really thought about it.
It sent me close to the edge.
I had to immediately give it to God. He reminded me of all that The King had survived and every detail that He had orchestrated on The King's behalf.
Soon, one of the nurses who would be in surgery came in to introduce herself. She told me that they would let me know when they began the operation. She said they'd communicate with me every hour or so after that. She said to only expect a message like, "things are still in progress".
It was time to let him go to surgery. I felt such peace.
Back in the waiting room, we gathered in a circle and prayed.
Several people went to the cafeteria to eat after that. I just couldn't leave until I knew they had started his surgery.
About an hour after The King went back to the operating room, his surgery began.
I couldn't eat after that, either.
We received an update an hour later that things were still progressing.
The time in the waiting room wasn't stressful. It was pretty relaxed. We talked and laughed.
The next hour mark came and went without an update. I kept looking at my watch...hoping that we'd hear something.
About 30 minutes later, I looked up and saw Dr. Krisht and his entourage heading straight for me.
I jumped and ran right to him, never realizing that many friends and family were looking at one another in fear. They were certain that the only news that Dr. Krisht would be giving us, in person, after 2.5 hours of surgery would be bad.
To be continued...