Surgery Tomorrow
Mom called me earlier this week. Grandma is going under the knife tomorrow to have her knee replaced. I don’t know the details of the type of operation. She couldn’t really say. It’s good, though. Her knee has been bothering her for some time now. But I’m going home and staying at the parents’ place tonight. Mom thought I should be at the hospital tomorrow.
I won’t be able to do anything. My presence won’t make a difference. And I don’t think my grandmother will care if I am there or not. But my grandmother speaks pretty much zero English. For my mom, it is her second language. Neither of them have any medical training. So mom wants me there when the surgeon comes out to meet the family and when the nurses give instructions for post-op care.
Surgery is scary. I have seen the fear in the eyes of patients and their families. I think that a large part of the fear is the fear of the unknown.
There is nothing much for me to do by being present tomorrow. But at the same time, there is a whole lot for me to do tomorrow.
