It's 1:45. I just got the call that surgery has begun.


I'm totally cool if we actually needed that 6 and a half hours of preparation, but clearly we didn't.

I also realize it's a small price to pay for having the world's best sarcoma surgeon on the job. But for real, I thought he was almost done. His "in the OR" indicator code has been on since 11.

Nearly three hours he's been lonely, scared, likely hungry and without a hand to hold. But at least we are out of the waiting room. I'm in his space, fluffing his pillow, meditating on my favorite bracelet (thanks Jodi), and hoping the surgery takes less time than the waiting.

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