Dr. Walpert spoke with Ed while he was in the hospital and scheduled his surgery to remove the tumor for December 3rd. She made a very good impression on Ed. He said she was smart and seemed to care. He said she was very nice. I don't think it hurt that she was very attractive.
December 2nd was a day of waiting. My younger brother's (B2) girlfriend, 'T', volunteered to take Ed and Momma to the hospital for all the pre-op blood work, tests, and paperwork. They arrived early, and left after 5:00pm. Ed had blood drawn, a chest x-ray, and filled out a mountain of paperwork. 'T' was steadfast in her support...sitting with them, translating for them, and writing. She also kept me and B2 updated via text messages and phone calls. When they left the hospital at 5:00 pm they thought they had done everything. But then they realized he never got the final pre-op MRI of his head. Luckily, when 'T' called the hospital and reminded them Ed was supposed to get an MRI, they said they could do that just before surgery the next morning. They were all three tired of sitting in the various waiting areas of the hosptial admitting and testing areas.
I don't know what was going through Ed's mind that night when he went to bed. I spent the night with them so I could be there ready to take them to the hospital very early. He had to be there at 6:00 am. I do know that I didn't get much sleep, and I do know that Ed and Momma got less sleep than I did. I went to bed at 11:00 pm and I heard them building a fire in the wood stove around 3:00am, and then my alarm went off at 5:00am. I took a bath but didn't wash my hair. I went to bed with my makeup on. I slept on my back as not to smash my hair or rub off my make up. When I got up the next morning all I had to do was 'freshen up' and get dressed.
It was a day that no one looked forward to. But a day that had to be lived.
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