chiefi

masey got a visit from a four-legged visitor last night. we received permission to have chiefi (either of our dogs, actually) come visit him. masey was in heaven. it was two hours in this entire week from hell that he was able to have a piece of home and forget about the hospital. as he went into surgery today, i was so happy that if nothing else, masey went in having full-on giggled last night. (he has not so much as cracked a smile since being here, and who can blame him)

right now, i am in the surgery waiting room. it is outpatient/inpatient. i remember now why i didn't want to wait here last time. this morning, the room was full of parents waiting for their kids. it's 11:49 and the room is only about a quarter full.  watching most of these people sit for 45 minutes to an hour and then recover for another hour before taking their child home is hard when i know we have hours of surgery, and days or weeks of recovery with masey.

usually, it is so easy to remember that there is always someone who has it worse. but right now, in this waiting room, i have to constantly remind myself to not feel sorry for myself or masey. to not compare my situation with someone else's. to be humble that masey might be blessed. to spend my energy praying and pleading for a miracle rather than concerned with anyone else.