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Peacock Dreams

Is it a joke or a concept?

With crossed fingers and high hopes...
I've been up since 3 AM and am now off to take Dad to the hospital for his surgery, because he needs to be there by 5 AM. (The surgery itself will be at 7:30.)

Today is the day, obviously, and we're going forward with all possible hope and determination for the best outcome. From all indicators, it should go well. I hope so. I very much hope so. I'm filled with an almost unshakeable uncertainty that all will be well, which means that I am either naive or an optimist--or maybe both. But I do feel certain. I'm trying to will that same feeling of calm certainty into my Dad's mind and heart right now. Any good thoughts or healing vibes or prayers or positive energy or candles or whatever you have to offer him now and in the days to come would be very much appreciated.

It'll be a long day. But in the end, I have hope that it will also be a good one.

All WILL be well.

(And a Happy belated Valentine's Day to all of you, and a million glittery kisses of thanks to pokeystar for the lovely e-card, and another million glittery kisses of thanks to imashambles for sending me such a touching note and such sparkly valentines, and another million glittery kisses to pyjamapants for sending me such an awesome box of awesome and a note that made me cry happy tears [I'm wearing the peacock socks today, PJ, for luck!], and finally, a million glittery kisses to ideserveyou for the surprise Valentine gift of a wonderful, wonderful little fluffy-angsty gem of a Mighty Boosh story, which I HIGHLY encourage you all to read and lavish with the praise it deserves: Might Have Been. Thank you, all of you, for being such wonderful friends.)

Very, very, very briefly, because I have been up for a long, long time, and I finally just got home, where I soon will be enjoying my pyjamas and some good Mexican takeout, and very shortly thereafter, my bed. (Hopefully for the next 12 hours or so...)

But: the surgery is over, and it went as perfectly as possible, according to Dad's surgeon, and Dad is in a beautiful room with a beautiful view, and they're taking excellent care of him. It was a long surgery, but they were able to make it as minimally invasive as possible, which is also wonderful. Pain management was an issue this afternoon/evening, and we stayed with Dad until that was settled satisfactorily, but they were finally able to sort him out, and when I left him, he was watching some wonderful-horrible show about nightmare infestations and finally dozing off for some much-needed rest.

Speaking of much-needed rest... I should get some. Thank you a thousand times for being such wonderful, supportive friends, and all for all the love and positive thoughts and healing vibes you sent today. I swear we could feel it, all day long, and it felt like the best sort of hug. &hearts
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