Butt Surgery

For the past few days, I have been jokingly referring to my dad's operation as 'butt surgery' - mostly because no one explained it to me in a way where I felt comfortable passing information on to others. In all seriousness and honesty, though, I was mildly terrified thinking about my dad being operated on. We arrived at the hospital this morning around 6:00 and I spent two hours watching nurses poke and prod my brave, but visibly nervous father. Surprisingly, I held it together pretty well. At one point, when I thought dad was dozing off, I started flipping through a magazine. Not more than a minute passed when dad said, "I love you, Linds."...just as I thought I could keep my emotions in check!

A nurse wheeled him away right before I had to leave for work, but my sweet brother took over in my absence. Some hours later, I received a call that all went well and my dad was on his way home (later found out that the surgery made dad unable to control his gas. Haha!). Yay, dad! You're the best!

Hope you all have a lovely day!