Doctor Dad

So, tomorrow morning, at 9:00 a.m. I report to CMC University Hospital to have my gallbladder removed. I'm going into it very nonchalantly, thinking that recovery will be quick and painless. (Wishful thinking on my part maybe?)

I can't help but think of all the times Dad took care of me when I was sick. Countless times as a child and as an adult. Right after Sophia was born when I ended up in ICU he was there with me every day. I'll never forget the look of fear in his eyes when we were in the ER and they said they were sending me to ICU. As a parent, I know that would have to be terrifying. Since I was on a liquid diet, he would make me homemade broth and bring it to me in a thermos...a different kind every day! I sometimes think about how he probably made that broth at 2 a.m. the night before (because that's when he'd do his best cooking!) But he was always there for me when I needed him and would often leave me medical advice on my voicemail if he knew I wasn't feeling well. I can still hear him saying "Take two tylenol, put your feet up, and call me in the morning." I know he'll be there for me tomorrow, just in a different form. It's nice to know I have an angel looking out for me.