Tomorrow at 5:30 in the morning Lucy and I will be reporting to the hospital, complete with all kinds of Covid-19 safety protocol, for her long-awaited scoliosis surgery.
Unless, of course, something changes. Which, right now, you never know.
This surgery has been scheduled for quite some time, but we had no idea how it would all unfold with the present state of the world. Lucy has been hopeful, praying sweetly and fervently each night for things to be able to go forward as her back is increasingly more uncomfortable. I have quietly worried deep on the inside watching that curve protrude more and more visibly.
But they called a week or so ago and let us know that the surgery date was tentatively looking like it was a “go.”
And we began to get cautiously optimistic. And also more and more nervous. (Thank you to those blog readers who have reached out about this and given advice and love, means so much to us, and we feel more prepared because of your thoughts and experiences shared.) We feel like we are armed with some good information, but also like we are marching into the great unknown.
Lucy and I had a little date to go to her pre-op appointment last week (the waiting room eerily empty and everyone masked and gloved, the new normal), and found that true to my suspicions, the curve has increased quite alarmingly: ten degrees worse in a handful of months.
As we sat there in the office, all masked up talking through what will happen on surgery day, I got more nervous and Lucy got more excited. I looked at her sweet face, listening so intently, so trusting of this doctor that he will fix things and make her feel better. So full of hope. I felt so much love for her and so much gratitude for her grit. She has no idea what she’s really getting into, but I’m so grateful for her bravery because it is making me more brave. And maybe in turn the bravery she is giving me will help me fill her back up when she needs it. She is one tough girl and she can do it.
This is no small feat for this girl. She will be under anesthesia for around six hours, will spend a day in ICU, and we will stay at the hospital together for a few days after that until she’s strong enough to come home. Then recovery will last six weeks after that.
I know there are lots of Lucy fans out there so I wanted to request any prayers you can send our way. We’ll take any you can spare!
So grateful for all the blog support for this girl for all these years! The love has buoyed us up over and over again.
I’ll try to keep some updates coming.