Waiting for Godot

Actually, waiting for the surgeon. He never came. Tomorrow. They say. But she is feeling a bit better, the morphine is finally helping, so it's ok-ish. Plus, she says that I told her she already had the surgery the other day, so it's all good! We got her to smile, even laugh, maintain small conversations, though it gets a bit surrealistic when she gets confused and tell you to go to the fridge pick up some chicken or something, or suddenly decides that she wants to go to the living room watch her programs. (Gotta love the morphine!)

Today, compared to yesterday, was a very, very good day.