A heartfelt "Thank You", Bonnie. Between your prayers and the skill
of a surgical team, Don came through the delicate surgery with flying
colors. Cathy and I left home at 7:15 A.M. Tuesday morning, and did
not arrive at Swedish Medical Center until almost 10:00
A.M. But then the search for a parking spot began. Reserved signs
all over the place, but no Visitor Parking, other than along the
streets. And that was all taken. We finally found a Valet Parking
and made it to the visitors waiting area close to 10:30 A.M. Don's
surgery was scheduled for 11:30, so we were in time to hold Jennifer's
hand. She came out of the PreOp room just before 11:00, and we all
trooped down to the cafeteria for coffee and a pastry. Don's
scheduled operation was for 11:30, but by 12:30 we could see that we
might have to leave before learning the outcome. The Valet parking
closed at 4:00 PM.
Turned out that Jennifer's best girl friend was having a heart
procedure similar to that which I had two years ago, and she was just
coming out of surgery. By 1:00 PM., Vicky was sauntering down the
hall, with her husband Bo in tow. Then about 2:30, our son James
wandered in. We were having a full blown party, but still no word as
to the surgery. The reader board finally announced that Don was in,
"Stop Op", which we were told meant that he was actually under the
knife...my words, not theirs. By the time Cathy and I had to run for
our truck, the doctor came out and announced that Don had been a
perfect patient, and all signs were go. We left Jennifer in the
company of her brother, his partner Amy...who showed up just after we
left, and her good girl friend and husband. All stress was gone...at
least for Jennifer. But not so for Cathy. We left the Medical Center
at 3:20 PM., and fought packed, barely creeping wall to wall traffic,
all the way from Seattle to the Tacoma Dome. Nearly 2 and a quarter
hours. Once on highway 16 it was clear sailing. But even so, along
with a quick dinner at the Bremerton Airport, we didn't arrive back
home until 7:30 PM.
Every time we drive into Seattle we swear that it will be the last
time. It is the major reason we decided to move to the Olympic
Peninsula. I just shake my head, wondering how people drive in such a
mess, day after day, year after year.
When we see a client in some far flung spot such as Forks or Neah Bay,
people will ask us how we can stand to have to spend so much time
driving. Well, at least out here we are getting some place. On
Seattle's streets the only place you get after an hour of creeping, is
down to the next corner.
And now, back to the phone and our Clients.
Carl Jarvis
On 8/1/17, Bonnie L. Sherrell <blslarner@xxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
My prayers are with your Don, Carl. Have been there and done that. I love
bookstores, and wish I were going with you, although my preferred genre is
fantasy rather than politics. Ah, well, I'll be going down to pick up my
new
pair of shoes for fall. With the swelling my right foot does any more, I
have a
hell of a time finding good shoes that fit both feet at the same time.
Bonnie L. Sherrell
Teacher at Large
"Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement. For even the very
wise cannot see all ends." LOTR
"Don't go where I can't follow."
We gave the Goblin King control of our nation!