Tomorrow is the day. Ashley, my 29 year old sister, will have a mastectomy tomorrow morning.
I keep hearing about how God has a plan, and yes, I can accept that for some people. This situation with Ashley was not even a blip on our radar. I suppose that is why I’m having such a hard time with this.
If my Dad were here it would be easier, not that he wouldn’t be devastated, but he would hold us all together. He would sit us down with BBQ ribs and tell us exactly how things were going to go for the next few days – Johnno was a planner, and I was his assistant.
The bottom line is we’re traveling into unchartered territory tomorrow. Neither me or my sisters have ever had any type of surgery – besides child birth – I mean, not even a broken arm. The only experience we’ve had with St. Francis is that my Dad died under their care – that pretty much sucks as a track record as far as I’m concerned. I’m not comfortable at all leaving my sisters health to St. Francis. I’ll just leave that there.
Let’s get through tomorrow, we will give updates throughout the day. We cannot express how much your support, love, text messages, and phone calls have meant to Ashley. If she doesn’t get back to you right away, it just means she’s snuggling with Norm on the couch, resting her body for tomorrow.
Updates will be posted at @Ashley’s Updates – please be patient with us, this is new for us also. We appreciate all of your support for Ashley, but I think that the best thing she can do tomorrow is – to get through surgery – rest enough to manage pain – go home as soon as she can.
Thank you so much for your support, updates coming soon.