The morning was hectic with one last brain scan before Mom could be taken to surgery and then, due to a cancellation of another patient, the surgery was sooner than we had been told. It was a rush, rush, rush morning. We met the anesthesiologist and he told us because of the length of the surgery and mom's age, she could very likely be on a ventilator and taken to ICU following the operation. Of course, mom was scared but this news further enhanced her fright. The surgeon told us this was going to be a difficult operation but he would take good care of her. After the nerve wracking wait, the doctor came and told us she had maintained her vital signs throughout the operation and he felt the procedure and gone well even though the "ball" looked like it had exploded. They put a steel rod in her arm and a steel ball in the shoulder. After an hour and half in recovery, she was returned to her room but was very combative due to effects of the medication. She wanted to "go to the living room" and kept pulling at everything. We had a few hours of battling as we tried to keep her from pulling out the i.v., tearing off the bandages, yanking the oxygen tube, etc. Finally, the effects began to subside and the pain set in. They gave her Morphine then Vicodin, then more Morphine. She finally began to settle down and my sister and I decided we would go home. Our nanny has been staying the nights with mom and she called a half hour after we left and said mom was snoring. It was a rough day but the prayers of you and many others gave us the strength to get through this day. Healing is in God's hands and I feel confident we are on the road to recovery.
Once again, thanks for your comments, prayers, love and support.