
Mom doesn't sleep. I'm sure Julie could tell you all about it. (She shared a bed with mom the night before she went in for surgery.) When I was in college, I knew I could call mom at midnight and there was a good chance she'd answer. (She almost always did.)
So, it's great to see her rest. It's even better to see her really really rest.
This evening she kept opening her eyes. I told her just to go ahead and sleep. She said she was trying to keep herself up so that she'd sleep well tonight. And then she dozed off, again.
At one point, she was snoring. The phone rang and dad was filling someone in on her status. He said, "Yeah, they've moved her into a room, room 258." In between snores, mom snapped, "528 Larry. The room number is 528." I swear that woman doesn't miss a beat, even in her sleep.

Mom keeps referring to Daneker as "The Top Dog". Honestly? He's no dog. No, not a dog at all. That's all I'll say about that.
Oh, well. I'll say one more thing: He does great work. Two nurses had come in earlier to check her dressings before he arrived. We were able to get a glimpse of the battle scar. I was bracing myself for the worst. I was impressed with his handy work. The incision was much smaller than I'd pictured in my mind. The staples were in the shape of an upside down triangle and located right underneath her chest. It was very clean and tight. Thanks Dr. D.

Dad brought mom some roses tonight. He teased and said he'd found them down in the lobby. Someone had left them! What a joker. He also brought back a few things from home that mom had requested. Make-up. Make-up? Mom, I don't think make-up is going to hide the fact that you have a gazillion tubes coming out of your nose. Besides, her skin has an incredible glow. She shouldn't cover that up for anything. He also said he thought, at the rate she was recovering, he'd better bring her coat and a change of clothes. So, he did.
I thought it was the sweetest gesture, even sweeter than the flowers. Her coat is waiting there in that closet, ready to go home with her in a few short days...