Waiting and Worrying

We were up at 6:30 am and in the car pulling out of the driveway at 7 am.  The traffic was not as bad as we feared so I dropped him off at 7:30 and check-in for Dayle's surgery was at 8.  I was not allowed to accompany him in and wait for the results like all the other surgeries he's had.  He told me it has been 8 of them.  Sheesh.  Poor guy.  They are removing the other half of his thyroid - the first half had a cancerous tumor in it was way larger than they thought and had grown roots all around his spinal column.  They thought it best to let him recover from that one and keep an eye on the other side.. and not long ago decided to remove it.  He is under the knife as I type this, two women surgeons are working together on him.  I'm a nervous wreck.  

I snapped these photos when I returned home.  We took Mocha with us so Dayle could hug her on the way in.  While I was driving home she saw something that frightened her on the floor of the car and made this odd guttural sound.. twice.. and got very afraid and was shaking and trying to crawl into my lap.  I hope like heck there is not a mouse in my car.  Gads.

So.. I'm home and worrying.  I snapped a photo of my "nest" next to my easy chair.  I have a small white painted cabinet with 3 basket drawers.  The top is just big enough for me to place my MacBook Pro, the Apple Extreme Port Base Station Wireless Router and a few decorative items such as my Zz plant, a jar of vintage faux tortoise shell knitting needles, a cedar bark lidded basket I made in a class at the Damascus Fiber Arts School.

When I visited the Laura Plantation near New Orleans, I bought this candle holder made from an original porch spindle removed during the restoration of the house after a fire!  Much of the house was built using Cypress wood.  Isn't this neat?  The house was built originally in the early 1800s.  I dress up my printer by putting my yarn baskets and vintage Shaker wood boxes on top.  What?  You don't do that?  :-)

I have many of my octopus ink paintings on this wall, along with a bronze mask by Lillian Pitt, native American artist and a friend of mine.

I also put some lavender in a little vintage pottery perfume bottle from Devon in England.

One of these days I'm going to share some of these needles.  :-)

So.. there you go.. me making a blog post to keep myself occupied.  Sigh.  I will try to get back here and post an update when I hear anything.  Thanks for your words of support.  

((hugs)), Teresa :-)  

Edited to add: He came through the surgery well, the surgeon said she did not see anything suspicious in the thyroid she removed.  He is out of recovery and in a room and is being taken care of.  I was able to talk to him also.  Thank you so much for your thoughts and prayers!