Saturday morning, and all's well. She was operated on last night; they used an epidural rather than a general anaesthetic, and she has pulled through. Back in her room and fine. I cannot even begin to describe this woman's life force.
I am packing up here, will go to the hospital, and then on to the airport to get the next flight home. Get me home. I had already booked to be here next Friday, so I'll be back before long, will leave the book I'm reading by the bedside, some clothes, all the food in the fridge. This is my second home now.
My brother and I, celebrating her victory on the phone, and then the question, "Where will she go next?" and a long silence.
Saturday, December 1, 2012
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