Catspaw! You made me laugh and I really REALLY needed that right his minute!

I've been doing okay since Thursday, way too much to do to feel too desperate and everybody has been incredibly fantastic at lifting a whole lot of worries off my shoulders. But . . . this morning I awoke in a state of quiet panic, stomach and guts quivery, literally worried sick about Tom. First time since, perhaps, late Thursday night that here is a true GUT reaction. I love him so much, and there are so many things that can go wrong and life can be so changed.

Deep down I have complete confidence that he is going to come through this fine and be in so much better health than he's been in a long time, but right this minute I'm scared spitless (you know what I mean).

Okay, update -- Surgery is scheduled for Thursday morning, Dr. Paliotta. He'll be in ICU for a couple days, and in the hospital 4 or 5 days total after the surgery.

I actually got 7 hours of sleep last night -- that's an hour more than I've gotten in the past few days. And I didn't start making a list until just before 6 a.m. -- how 'bout dat? I grabbed an hour's R&R in the bathtub last night around 9:30 (I had been fielding phone calls until then, from the time my brother called about 2 minutes after I walked in the door, until 9 when my mother called) -- and when I got out of the tub I found I finally got a message an Assistance Director with info about how to get in touch with her today. I had been waiting for that, so that's one more item checked off the list(s).

Today I have to figure out how to make all the phone calls I have to make and the TIMES I have to make them AND spend a reasonable amount of time at the hospital and get some of the questions I have answered, etcet etcet. Also hope to get my primary computer, which had been giving me some grief, back plugged in again and on-line via broadband, which will simplify life considerably.

I'll be okay.

Linn