Hubby and I traveled to Seattle last week. Xander, our seven-year-old godchild (with spina bifida) had his twenty-seventh surgery Thursday. We met him and his mom at the hospital for pre-admission appointments Wednesday and got the world’s best hug.
Afterwards, we took the ferry to Kingsport. Xander’s dad is in the navy and Xander’s family lives across the sound from Seattle. It was a windy day, but “Pappy” and Xander ventured to the top deck of the ferry while his mom and I stayed in the warmth of the car.
We had dinner that evening with Xander’s whole family including his parents, his two older brothers and his two sisters. The family adopted the girls in December after serving as their foster family for over a year.
Pappy took lots of cute pictures of Xander after his surgery—most with his treasured Shark, Bruce, a gift from my friend Erica. Bruce went to surgery with Xander and had his own hospital bracelet (around his tail). Actually, Pappy went back to surgery with Xander too–and stayed until he was asleep. Xander wanted him to stay for the whole procedure, but no one else thought that a good idea.
Xander had to remain flat for seventy-two hours after the surgery. The doctors estimated he’d go home after five or six days, but he’s such a trooper. He left the hospital Sunday afternoon–about seventy-five hours after the procedure.
And…life goes on. My younger sister is the executive director of a large non-profit north of Seattle. Its annual fundraiser was Saturday night and we try to attend each year. Our guests this year included Jan Bono, a writer who responded to one of my blog posts a couple of years ago. We met face-to-face last summer when I was out for another of Xander’s surgeries. She plans to attend Killer Nashville in August.
I head home tomorrow. My trips to Seattle are never long enough to see everyone and do everything. I love everything about the Pacific Northwest—the climate, the terrain, the people. If I win the lottery, it’s where I’d purchase a second home. Maybe I should buy a ticket.