I'll tell you what I'm not looking forward to thought - the surgery. Like the actual physical operation. The anesthesiologists will come up to his room and talk to us for a few minutes while they take his vitals. Then they will let us know its time to go. We'll walk to the elevator with them and go down to the surgery floor. Then they'll tell us this is where we need to say goodbye. I hate that. I wish they could phrase it differently, someway that underplays the severity of what is about to happen. I know he'll be fine, but it doesn't make "saying goodbye" any easier.
The worst hours of my life have been spent in that surgery waiting room. They are great at Childrens, they really are. The waiting area couldn't possibly be nicer, with a receptionist like the one you remember from grade school. They nurse in the OR calls into the waiting room to let you know when they're about to being the surgery and calls in again with updates throughout. Once the surgery is complete, the receptionist calls your name and tells you which room to go into (there are a number of private rooms that the doctor meets you in to let you know how everything went). One thing I love about our surgeon is that he doesn't call in and meet you in the private room, he actually walks out into the waiting room and the first second you lock eyes with him gives you a thumbs up. I can't imagine having to walk into a private room, as already anxious as I am, and wait for the doc to pop in with the [god-willing] good news. I'm just reaching for the positives here.
We will post on Facebook and post on here when we have a chance over the next few days. We've been told that this should be quick and easy and then we can focus on the sixty five roses and move on with our lives. I hope it happens that way.