And just like that, it’s Saturday again!
This week has passed by in a whirl in GGHQ … a phone call at 8am on Monday morning changed the course of our week and, potentially, the course of the next several weeks.
For several months now Son No1 has been waiting for surgery to fix an equinus deformity which has a pretty big impact on his right leg. For more than three quarters of his life Son No1 has endured physio, splints, orthopaedic boots, casts and Botox in an effort to improve his walking and balance. Now, at 15, he can no longer put his heel down at all on his right foot although he still can, with effort, on his left. Surgery will, we trust, improve that for him although it sounds awfully invasive and painful.
So, after speaking with the hospital the previous week and being told it was likely to be March before surgery we got a call asking if Son No1 could attend on Monday (21st). Obviously we grabbed the chance of a quick surgery date and the week passed in a flurry of pre-op assessments and preparing for our trip to hospital. The surgery will be done in a nearby city and not in our local hospital so we’ve been busy organising childcare for Son Nos 2 & 3 whilst we are with our lad. Mr GG will stay overnight with Son No1 in hospital and I’ll stay at home with our younger boys but during the day, especially on Monday, we’ll both be in hospital.
We don’t know the extent of the surgery and probably won’t know until after it’s over. I find that hard! The consultant will definitely operate on the right leg but will examine movement in the left leg once Son No1 is under anaesthetic before making a decision whether to operate on that one too. I’d value prayer that the right decision will be made … I don’t want my lad to end up having to face this surgery twice if once will do!
There are so many mixed emotions flying around our house at the moment. Son No1 is incredibly brave but, although he doesn’t often admit it, he’s nervous (Mums can always tell!), Son No2 is anxious and worried for his brother and has been heard shouting that all surgeons should be sacked and Son No3 is keen to know what PS4 games will be available on the ward for his brother to play. Mr GG and I alternate between being calm, anxious, pleased to have a date, wishing it was Tuesday and concerned for our son. It’s been awful watching him struggling at times, even falling over randomly because he lost his balance. No parent wants their child to have a tough time. However, Son No1 is amazing, he’s brave, accepting and ready to deal with the next few weeks.
However, hospitals aside, our week has been pretty normal. The boys have worked well as usual and are settling well into the new term. Mr GG has continued working away creating or upcycling pieces of furniture. Recently he stumbled upon a metal table frame which he is working on … there have been lots of ideas flying around for how he can make it into something practical, quirky and interesting. I’ll keep you posted!
On the other hand, I’ve been distracted this week. I’ve found it hard to settle and have been completely uncreative. I’ve done no beadwork and haven’t even baked at all – things got so bad that Mr GG dug out the recipe books for inspiration and made some amazing chocolate & raspberry brownies. However, I’m planning to redeem myself and make some soap this afternoon so all may be forgiven!
I began today’s post with a song by Casting Crowns called Courageous. I love this song. It’s challenging and relevant. It’s here for my sons. They are three of the most courageous and amazing people I know. I’m grateful for every day that I get to be their mum. I’m privileged for all the ways that they express their love for me (although I’d love it if they sometimes expressed it by tidying their rooms), I delight in the way they randomly come and hug me throughout the day, by the trust they have in me despite all the times that I let them down by being crabby or unreasonable. Yes, I am blessed indeed.