We got our regular Friday phone call from Josh. He had two key items on his agenda. First, he had been tasked to solidify Thanksgiving plans. Easy enough. Come. If you don’t, you’re out of the will. And we ARE going to see the lawyer.
Next, he told us that Zak had an injury in his basketball game. I was mentally picturing a broken ankle or arm. It was neither. It was (drumroll here) … Zak is on concussion protocol. He was taken down on a breakaway fast break and hit the wall under the basket headfirst. Yikes. Probably two weeks on injured reserve before he can resume basketball activities.
Our first venture of the day was to our lawyer’s office to sign our wills and powers of attorney. It was kind of old home week. The lawyer is an old high school friend. Of mine. The other witness was a young lady I baptized way back 20+ years ago who now works there in the law office. After all the legal stuff was done, we just sat and chatted for a while, before taking off. Sadly, however, we had an email waiting for us when we got home. The lawyer found what amounted to a typo on the document. Can’t just scratch out anything on a will, so we have to go back in and re-sign everything. Yay.
We then made a quick stop at the house to pick up the old truck battery. Off to Walmart to see if Junior (the name on his name tag) was indeed able to get us the one we needed. And sure enough, there it was. They hooked up the old one to verify its dead status, and it did not disappoint. Dead as the proverbial doornail. We picked up the new one, along with our new 3-year warranty, and carted it out to the car (in a shopping cart). Guess we looked a little frail. One of the mechanics offered to lift it into the car for us. Wow. That’s never happened before. These guys must be getting into the Christmas spirit.
With battery in hand (or at least in the car), we headed over to Randall’s to pick up yet another prescription. They only had one of the two Chris was anticipating. Cost us a whopping 86 cents. Guess we’ll be making another trip there soon. We did have the unexpected pleasure of standing in line behind Helen from church and chatting with her. And as we finished up, we heard a voice behind us saying, “I thought I recognized that voice.” Not to be outdone, our good friend John was standing in line behind us. Small Island, right? Oh, and as a bonus for making the stop, we picked up Antone’s sammiches for me and Sam (too much salt for Chris). Good stuff.
After lunch we hit the road into Texas for the second part of our family day excursion. Sam’s radiation treatment was up first. And following that, we jumped across the street (OK. We actually drove) for my appointment with the neurosurgeon.
Aaaand now. On to the info we’ve all been waiting for. Yup. Back surgery is a-comin’. The neurosurgeon came up with a third option. One was to slide in a rod down the whole length of my back. Nope. Too extensive for right now. The other was to clean up scar tissue. Nope. Not the problem. So on to option three. It still involves a rod, but this one only covers two of the worst vertebrae. He’s confident it will bring me relief, though.
So … going forward. First I have to have another CT scan. They will call about that. Then it’s on to the surgery. That will be on December 4th. Don’t know a time yet, but my doc said he’s a morning person, so I may hold out for that. Full recovery should take about six weeks. Here we go …
1 Corinthians 2:9 says, However, as it is written: “What no eye has seen, what no ear has heard, and what no human mind has conceived”— the things God has prepared for those who love him
Father, thank you for the incredible wisdom of the young man who is my neurosurgeon. Bless him and guide him as he determines the absolute best approach to the surgery. Amen.
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