I can't remember whether I've said anything about Miss Mischief's hand/wrist. Suffice to say that a tussle over chocolate with her big sister was totally not worth it! Two years later, after much pain and exhausting all other possible treatment options Miss Mischief is headed for surgery on Friday. We both have mixed feelings about this. Relieved that the end is in sight, and surgery will reset the healing process and resolve the problem. Grateful that our health insurance enables her to have the surgery immediately....no waiting list required! Hopeful that everything goes exactly as the surgeon explained. And then a bit sad. Disappointed that prayer hasn't healed her. Concerned, because every surgery comes with risks. Sad that this amazing, knowledgeable, experienced, skilled surgeon will be cutting into my precious girl.
There have been delightful moments. Like when we went to book in, Miss Mischief thought it was like making any other appointment - we tell them, not them tell us, when to be there. She was gently schooled in the ways of booking surgery. I still giggle at her beautiful innocent naiveté. I gain a day out of the classroom, in which I can concentrate on my next assignment, because there will be nothing else for me to do while I wait. I have had to "forbid" Miss Mischief from her usual Friday night responsibilities...she doesn't know that you don't bounce from a GA like you do when you're 4yo. She might sleep for 24 hours. She might feel nauseous. She certainly won't be able to drive for up to two days.
We're having some fragile, tender moments this week, the two of us.