We are finally in a room.

We are finally in room #1425 where we can be together. After surgery yesterday, I made sure that he would be going to a room as opposed to ICU, so that we could be with him. The best laid plans......He was very sedated and they felt it was better to keep in in recovery all night. And.... then he was gonna get a room at midnight, but - that didnt happen either. Long story short. The recovery room stinks. There was no communication unless we initiated it, we didn't get to see him unless we initiated it (and not at all depending on which person you got ahold of). It was very loud and there was not any resting. He spent the enitre night there and would have spent part of the day as well. Let's just say that I have learned patience, but I do have a threshhold! The good news is Mark remembers very little of it. (a positive) He was pretty out of it yesterday. At any rate, things have turned around in the way of care. This room is so peaceful and we have a fabulous view of the Dallas skyline. (Another positive. Funny how those pop up every now and then)

Mark is just now beginning to process everything in very tiny bits at a time. We have talked, but not in a lot of depth. He is aware of the basics, but because of the busy recovery and pain and getting rest. Hopefully we will have some quality time in the hours to come. We are still waiting to see Dr. McCollum as well.

Thank you so much to everyone here yesterday. It was a challenging day to say the least. But even still, I know that God was a part of it all. He was in that room full of speechless people who waited to hear the dreaded news. I even believe he was so close he whispered in Uncle Donny's ear to remind us of a time 10 years ago when most of us were gathered together to hear a report of Grandaddy's surgery and we witnessed a miracle when they resuscitated him. We were as close as can be to losing him then, and look where we are now. Not a day or year go by that we and he are not eternally gracious for the time we have been given.

In the preop area, the anesthesiologist visited with us. he said a couple of things that were dead on for us. After hearing Mark's history and visiting a while he said, "Well, all I can say is you must be a pretty good guy. This is the kind of stuff that only happens to good people."

You all are so wonderful and your kind words are so touching. You don't know how much love we feel from all of you. Once again, we are blessed by you. Missy