Getting to zero hour

    Dad has the surgery tomorrow to have a new access for dialysis put into his arm tomorrow. I am scared witless. It's not that the surgery is likely to be dangerous. It's an outpatient procedure and should be wholly routine. Unfortunately, though, previous routine outpatient procedures have left him barely able to move for nearly a week. Today he was already weak, even for him, so the idea of him being even weaker still is scary indeed. I hope that he and Margaret have the sense to get professional nursing help until he's back to something like normal. Regardless, anxiety levels are through the roof. If this blog seems even more phoned in than ever for the next few days or should it disappear, don't be too surprised. Everyone's best wishes are as always abundantly welcome.