Rockstar is having his ACL reconstructed as I write this post. I am sitting in the hospital waiting room sending positive thoughts and energy his way. He was so sweet to me while in the holding room and under the effects of the first batch of "happy drugs". He was holding my hand and telling me how glad he was that I was there with him, that he felt better and more calm because it was me standing there next to him and not his dad or his best friend. That made my heart swell. I know he was under the influence and probably won't remember it but at least I know that deep in his heart he really does love his mom.
He is facing six months of recovery and rehab. It is going to be an interesting time for the whole family but I feel we will make it. We survived my six months of chemo; we will get through this too.
I feel blessed that we have great doctors and great technology and that he is young and healthy.
