Rick’s ICD replacement surgery was supposed to take place last Wednesday. Unfortunately, his white blood count was too high that morning for the doctors to consider risking any kind of an infection happening post-op.
And while we intellectually agreed with that decision, it was horribly disappointing for both of us. Being the more emotional one, I openly cried.
The day got worse when I learned my aunt had died. This was expected. She was 84, had gall bladder cancer, and had been in hospice for a couple months. But receiving the phone call telling me her pain was over still ripped me wide open.
So the day evolved much different than I’d imagined it. “They say” if you want God to laugh, just tell Him you have plans. Somehow, though, I managed to find my bootstraps and made the most of my day by making lemonade out of the lemons.
Since I had a “free afternoon” in Hillsboro, I had new tires put on my car. Looks like there’s a few more road trips in my near future—to memorial services and rescheduled surgeries and heaven only knows what else—and now I’m a little better prepared to roll with it (pun intended).
At least I hope so. Yet as Robert Burns told us in “To a Mouse,” “The best laid schemes of mice and men often go awry,”so I’ll be diligently manning my lemonade stand for whatever may come.