It has been one of those days where most of my waking hours were spent glued to the van seat. We were out very late last night running kids around and doing late night grocery shopping.  I woke up the sun this morning so I could get Brendan to the eye doctor. For most of his young life he has struggled with ‘gunky’ eyes on and off. The verdict is that he has a partial tear duct obstruction and it is going to need surgery. That part wigs me out a bit, but just a bit. We are very familiar with surgery by now. Inpatient, outpatient, you name it and Colin has probably had it. While there is always a risk with general anesthesia I tend to feel confident that God has it all in hand and the hospital environment isn’t too terribly off-putting – even if there are those dang flashbacks to deal with. : /

What is hard on a personal level is the reality that this relatively minor fifteen minute procedure will require not only today’s consultation but also a visit to the primary care Dr to declare him well enough for surgery, a pre-op visit with the eye Dr to confirm that the primary care Dr has correctly declared him well enough for surgery, a trip to the pharmacy for eye drops to be begun before the procedure, a reworking of our milk share pickup for that day, childcare arrangements at home, and likely a pre-registration at the hospital.  Agh. Funny how your schedule can vanish before your very eyes isn’t it?  Good thing I wasn’t too wedded to it. Still the whole prospect is less than appealing. Way less.

Keep B in prayer if you would.  We will keep y’all posted.