Yesterday my mom had to have surgery to remove two cysts on her right hand. I realize how fortunate and lucky we are that they were just cysts and nothing more.
Linh and I sat there eating snacks and cafeteria food while we waited for her to wake up. I don’t have a good relationship with mom, I tried but I think it’s just too late to go back to how we were, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love her.
It was hard seeing her that way after waking up, weak and groggy, and only being able to use one hand for a minimum of three weeks…but she’s a strong lady. I hope to be as strong as her.
Count your blessings guys.