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Ugh, I just saw this. I know we talked about this a bit last night, but I'm not much of the warm and loveable fuzzball and I tried to play it cool with ya. (i don't think you'd respect me if i were  ) teeheehee. It's hard. The days leading up to Drake's surgery are a blur to me. I was on complete auto-pilot. There was nothing harder than looking at Drake's smiling face as we were on the way to the hospital KNOWING what was about to happen to him. (i'm not trying to make it worse, just letting you know I know how you are feeling). And I swear, Amanda, pre-op is the WORST. It was a horrible thing to watch, the poking and prodding, and he's wondering why the hell mommy and daddy aren't doing a daRN thing to help him. All I could think is, "My GOD, he's the one going through it...I have to be strong enough to stay in here with him....I'm not going to let him go through it alone." I wanted to RUN. I can't tell you how many times I just wanted to grab him and leave the country, like we were some kind of fugitives. I'm actually getting lumpy throat. Then you look at that sad little face and think, "Oh my God, he just CANNOT die!!! He CAN'T!" It's HORRIBLE! I can't sugar coat it.....but look at Drake now! Thank GOD, everything went perfectly and it will with T-Luke as well. It's not just one man either. Of course, most importantly, you know the big man is the deal, but there is a HUGE team of surgeons that will be working on him. A team of anesthsiblabla (i can't spell). Anyways, he'll be in SUPERB care. None of this helps, I know, but hey, I can try. I called the preacher who had recently officiated at my grandmother's funeral (sadly, i'm not a member anywhere) and asked him to come to our home and pray for Drake before we went to the hospital. He and another man came by and yes, we all stood in a circle, held hands, and prayed over Drake. I felt good. He thought it was good that I had taken it that seriously....HELLLOOOO, they were opening my child's chest!! Anyways, it sucks. Faith and adrenaline will get you through. Don't count on sleep. Take a manicure kit and some good magazines or books. Take your phone! We'll be praying.
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Kelley, Robby's wife
mom of Daulton, the Mayor (10-07-98) and Drake, my treasure on loan from God (4-19-04) DS
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