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Really? Not Cool

As I have shared with some of you, lately I have been having either sleepless nights, or nights filled with unrestful dreams. Like the one I had about Walmart. You know that I will go to Walmart usually as a last resort so I guess it's no mystery that Walmart for some reason was doubling as the hospital to which I had to take Leo for his surgery. I gave him to the employees who were wearing their blue vests complete with button flair, and then for the rest of the dream I wandered the aisles, waiting for them to bring him back to me. I wandered around there all night long and woke up in a cold sweat of dread and terror. Doesn't sound too bad now, but trust me, it was not pleasant.
Well now you get the idea of my mental state these days. So you can imagine my distress when I received a phone call from the hospital today postponing the surgery for another month. I pretty much lost it. Wait, you mean to say, that we have to wait in this limbo hell for ANOTHER MONTH? Are you out of your mind? Well apparently they overlooked that Leo in fact, has a TWO part surgery, where the shunt needs to be put back in several days after the initial reconstructive surgery. And they apparently just now realized that the neurosurgeon will be out of town then. Ok, I can respect their schedules, but, but, but, why couldn't they have told us that in the first place? Here we are, gently perspiring in selective bad dreams every night and during the day planning etc for the June 1st date, and now that is all null and we have to start from square one and do it all over again?

Not cool, folks, not cool at all.

So the new date for the surgery is Monday the 27th of June. I know that our God works in mysterious ways and most of the time we just have to trust and follow wherever he points. But oh golly, can't once, just once, something that has to do with Leo be predictable, normal and (gasp), easy???

Needless to say, the Holy Unction service that was supposed to be next monday (the 30th) is now postponed until sometime later in June. I'll post the new date for that soon.

Thanks everyone for all your recent prayers and thoughts, and hey guess what? You get to do it all over again next month. Love to you all.

Comments

  1. No not cool at all. I'm glad you posted on FB because I don't always think to check my blogspot dashboard.

    Maybe it'll be good to let him get over the winter sicknesses before he goes in for surgery. Wish you an oasis of peace & calm & happy spring days.

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  2. Oh, that is frustrating; but like you said, God works in mysterious ways. Praying you get a good month's sleep.

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  3. Everything happens for a reason - we'll find out what that is someday! Enjoy the day.

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  4. The waiting is awful, but the neurosurgeon will have just come back from some time off (hopefully a restful vacation) and perhaps will be refreshed and focused, rather than stretched to the limit, and will be just what Leo needs.

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  5. You and your Daddy! He had a second part of your dream: like Levka wasn't there yet, but the operating room was prepared at the train station. And he saw two angels, like two boys, arrived from the heaven by train. And the angels started to rearrange and clean everything in this room by their own standards... Your Dad woke up in panic, but smiling.
    See, your son is under kind wings, and in good hands, and in so many loving prayers. Just hang in there, and trust!

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  6. I'm sorry. This is incredibly frustrating.

    On the other hand, I don't mind having a little extra time to pray for him! I'll repost a prayer request on my blog when we get closer to time (again).

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  7. It seems Leo and his family have been blessed with more time for prayer to build everyones' strength and courage before surgery!

    Love to all!

    Debbie

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