My father has gotten kidney stones almost every year for the past several years, but this is only the second time he has made it to the "blasting zone". Last week he came down at the crack of dawn and was almost home before I went to work. He was to come back a week later at a much more reasonable hour of the day for additional blasting. Yes he looked like he was starting his own beach with the amount of stones coming out of him.
I called down and they said he was in pre-op. So I ventured down to the hospital to go hang out with my momma in the waiting room for awhile. I have not driven to this hospital since my final sign off and had mixed feelings about walking through the doors. Poppa was on the tenth floor and chemo had been on the 11th. It felt odd as the elevator went up the floors.
I am excited to close this chapter in my life and move on and I think this elevator ride was a way to start the closure. Even though my dad had been in and out and the hospitals records had not been updated to show this by the time I got there, I am glad I went to the hospital. Sign off is one thing but closure is a whole other part of healing.
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