Come all sinners, come all saints ... it's a waiting game.

It's New Year's Eve.  I'm home alone.  Nothing unusual there.  Even when I'm dating someone, he usually has a child who trumps the evening with me.   What about my friends?  They are either married, live too far away, are past caring to celebrate a New Year, or are oblivious to me during this last leg of every year.  No biggie.  I'm used to it.  Seems to me that I set my life up to spend most of it alone.  Even in a crowd of family, I will take lonesome refuge in a book.  I tried to take refuge in a book while waiting with my mother to get the results of her lung scan earlier today, but my mother was too stressed and agitated for me to mentally leave her to talk to those cheating and supposedly cheated upon people who are foolish enough to appear on the Maury Povich show which was blaring on the TV in the secondary and most uncomfortable waiting room.  After too long, they moved us to a  "consultation" room which didn't contain a TV, a fact which I was personally relieved by, but it did contain a very loud ticking clock whose sound was intensified by the lack of a blaring TV.  My mother watched that clock with growing annoyance and as each tock ticked, she marched steady towards the cliff of impatience.  We both wrapped our coats a little closer to our bodies, because the place was bordering on an indoor winter non wonderland.  The bastards were trying to freeze us to death while we waited to see if something else was trying to kill my mother.  I tried to break the tense mood when she pondered audibly on why it should take the physician's assistant so long to see us.  I suggested that perhaps the woman had simply "frozen to death in the other room," which thankfully made my mother laugh.  Morbid yes, but it served the purpose.  During our two hour wait, my mother also needed to use the restroom, but was afraid to leave the third room we had been relegated to wait in, just in case the frozen to death woman was resurrected and decided to grace us with her presence.  My mother said that if the PA didn't come soon, that she would need to go to the restroom, and that I would be in charge of keeping the PA there until my mother returned.  I was thinking of all the ways I could make that woman stay in the room if she ever showed up, when she miraculously showed up bearing news ... GOOD NEWS that I would not have to sit on her, AND EVEN BETTER NEWS FOR MY MOTHER.  Her lungs are clear of any suspicious shadows!  My mother broke down in tears of relief.  She said they were happy tears, but I say they were tears of pent up stress and worry.  My mother is now cleared to have her ileostomy reversed.  And that is good news on top of GOOD NEWS.  Now, we are hopefully on the last leg of this medical journey, and I'm praying that all goes well. I guess I should stick my head back into a book, most specifically The Bible.  I have a lot of appreciation to express and a surgery's worth of grace and healing to pray for.

I wish good health and lots of patience for all of you fellow humans.  Happy New Year and lots of love.    


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