(Okay, title is reference to Reba McIntyre song...)
My dad had his third back surgery yesterday. He looked better coming out of it then he did going in. Already, it's going better than the last. He was so drugged up last time, he was out of it for a few days. Mom said last night he even managed to eat a meal. Today when I saw him, he was normal. It was so great to see. He filled out his paperwork, kept a conversation going without dropping off to sleep, and read the newspaper.
I know he's going through a lot physically, but I'm excited that I will get to see more of him. Most times, I would not see him until my weekend. Now, he will be home before I go to work and when I get off and I will get to spend more time with him.
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I wish things were still that positive.
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