I'm sitting in the hospital for special surgery waiting for my mom's surgeon to come let me know that he has successfully replaced her knee. One thing to know about my mom is she's tough. Her knee has been causing her so much pain for so long and she has just learned to live with it. I'm grateful she decided to get the surgery so she can have many more years on two good knees that will allow her to, among other things, play with her not yet conceived grandchildren (she tells me this is the ONLY reason she's getting the surgery lest I think the pain has actually gotten to her).
I know this surgery is routine, but that doesn't stop an only daughter from worrying. Seeing your mother on a gurney, hooked up to machines and IVs is never fun, but sitting in the waiting room alone is the worst. It is the single loneliest feeling I've ever had. There is a long road of recovery ahead, but for now I just want to know she's ok.
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