Well, tomorrow is the day Chris goes bionic. Surgery is early in the morning. The boys are all staying with our wonderful, amazing siblings. We divided them among my brothers and Chris' sister. My brother, John, dropped them off at their various destinations.
They all buckled in twenty minutes before departure time to make EXTRA sure they didn't get left behind. Why were they so eager to leave me? Because this is what it's like to hang out with Uncle John and Uncle Boo:
Bryan: Aunt Amy is the best at cooking breakfast. Her house is really fun.
Chris had a great pre-surgery weekend. It was the Chris H Board Game Cancer Con. You can read more about it here. It was a fabulous alternative to me following Chris around all weekend asking, "How are you feeling, babe? Are you nervous? Can I get you anything?"
Do you remember that scene in the book of Job when his friends sat with him and mourned with him for a week.
When Job’s three friends, Eliphaz the Temanite, Bildad the Shuhite and Zophar the Naamathite, heard about all the troubles that had come upon him, they set out from their homes and met together by agreement to go and sympathize with him and comfort him. When they saw him from a distance, they could hardly recognize him; they began to weep aloud, and they tore their robes and sprinkled dust on their heads. Then they sat on the ground with him for seven days and seven nights. No one said a word to him, because they saw how great his suffering was. Job 2:11-13
Well, there wasn't any crying (except amongst the womenfolk when we talked about how great these guys are to come hang out in solidarity), and no one tore their clothes or sprinkled dirt on themselves, at least not while I was there. It was more of a queso and chips, cigars, zombies and
nerdy strategy board games scene. But, it was the same in spirit. Sometimes you just need someone to stand beside you, and, in a culturally, genderly* appropriate way say, "This sucks, man. I wish it weren't happening to you."