Do you believe in magic?

Sitting here stunned...STUNNED at my dining room table. Is it true? Her feet are warm?

When Dr. Hot Pants came out of the OR yesterday he just looked at me with those cold eyes and my heart dropped. "Oh lord", I prayed, "please don't let this be it. I am not ready!" But I guess it doesn't really matter if I am ready or not. But, he said, "we did what we went in to do, she's ok, but her arteries are so hard they are eggshells, some of the worst that I have ever seen." Whew! She was alive but well? I could not tell from his tone. So, we moved over to ICU waiting with hopes to see her soon. The time finally came for mom, dad and I to go back. Wow. When I first saw her I couldn't believe it was her. She looked dead lying there all hooked up like a tv cable box and having a respirator breathe for her. She wasn't supposed to wake up until 4 and it was just one. OH! There she goes, starting to wake up, typical mimi style. After looking around and squeezing the nurses hand she was out again. Finally, a peaceful sleep that she had been deprived of all these years.

We all came home and proceeded to pass out. The exhaustion had set in finally. I felt like a ton of bricks when I woke up a short hour later. Mom and Dad went back over to ICU for the evening visit and the spitfire was in full effect. The nurses asked who was the granddaughter that was the attorney and they both said, "oh, she will be here tomorrow, she looks like us so you will know who she is." Mimi's abdomen is sliced down the middle from her aorta to her groin and this puts her in great pain, even with pain medication. A discussion of why people have tummy tucks and liposuction came up and she replied with, "I don't care, no man is worth this shit." Yep, she was back to her old self and maybe better.

A somewhat restful night at home until we decided for the cat to sleep in our room. Miles is our cat and I love him dearly but he wants to rub in your face ALL NIGHT LONG. Roscoe (our 35 lb. rescue) gets along with Miles but wanted to play all night. Macy (our 85 lb. weimeraner) slept with her Grammy and Papi slept on the couch. I needed to be in a coma but that would have to wait another night. I felt for my husband because he had to go to work early while I tried to catch a few extra winks.

So as I was trying to play catch up on some sleep, Dad called from ICU and said she was doing great. The cancer doc had been there and said the cancer had not spread as much as he thought (her words which may or may not be the whole truth) and they were going to move her in a room on floor 4 within the hour. The cancer doctor would visit us tomorrow and we would know exactly what he said and what's up next..but one day at a time. The nurse said Dr. Hot Pants was pleased with her vascular surgery progress and that her feet were not as black and warm. FINALLY! I pray this means the surgery worked! And already out of ICU, that was a dream! Something that I think even Dr. Hot Pants thought wouldn't work was working! I am elated, overjoyed and in tears. I pray she doesn't hurt after her abdomen heals. Please?

Usually optimistic but this time I was a skeptic. I was glad to be proven wrong and ask, Do you believe in magic?