The surgery is in three days. We went through the full day of pre-op last week which was enlightening in some ways and terrifying in others. I don't think I've ever seen the boy's widen more than when the associate surgeon gleefully mentioned that death was a possbility with any surgery. Really? In front of a nine year old who is already scared enough? I understand that they are required to go through all of the possible outcomes, etc. but I am beyond surprised that they don't consider that children don't need to hear these things. We went through much of the procedure and discussed pain management, getting him home, and learned that we will have a PT help train us with moving and transfering him while in casts.
In an effort to pack in as much fun into the last days of the fun part of summer he roller skated on Friday afternoon, spent Saturday doing his favorite morning routine (Trader Joe's with Grandma and then takign Grandma out to lunch), and then we all went for a family swimming and bbq party with two of his best friends. Sunday he surfed! It was a beautiful morning at the beach and he had cheering from Grandma and Ronnie, and Chelsea & Will...(and mom & dad)...He was nervous about it at first, maybe because he hasn't surfed since last August, but he got some great rides and afterwards he seemed thrilled that he got to do it. Sometimes the boy doesn't realize he's had a lot of fun until well after the event? It's a funny phenomen about him but it happens quite a bit when he does something exciting...Disneyland (always more fun when he thinks about it afterwards), surfing, playing with dolphins...And the day ended with a major haircut (short and a little spikey!) and some relaxing time with mom and dad...We all had a little too much sun, but definitely a lot of fun.
Now I just wish it were already next Monday. The boy would be home and on the road to recovery...
