I wouldn't know because I've never had surgery, but apparently it sometimes makes you want to die. Or it makes you despair and think you will be an invalid forever. But really, most surgery is done to make you better. Even better than you were before. So you have to sit tight for a while, and that takes patience.
As you can probably imagine, things have been a little stressful around here. Well, just a little for me, but a lot stressful for Grandma and sometimes for her daughters. Stressful for Grandpa, too, because he's been sitting in the same boring hospital room for two weeks.
But things are looking up. Grandma's surgery went well, and she was already getting up to walk a little this evening. Also, Grandpa had a lot of fluid in his chest that made him short of breath (which is why they wouldn't let him come home), but today they drained it all out (1.5 liters!) and he's doing much better. This is all exciting news.
A few days ago in the thick of stressful times, despair was swimming around in Grandpa's chest and he said "sell the house and get us an apartment." He rescinded that rash statement, and today with a chest full of healthy air he ordered "renew the passports!"
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