Being the Adult

Exhale here.

All went extremely well for my best friend today. She made it through her heart surgery in record time. The doc identified the problem quickly and came to a speedy resolution. Turns out my friend had an extra connection in her heart. That doesn't surprise me one little bit. She's always had room for extra stuff in her heart.

Now it just works more efficiently.
:)

It was a tough day, though. Even in our 50s, she and I sometimes feel like little kids, trying to learn to sit at the big people's table.

Then this very adult situation came along. She needed to rely on someone she trusts. Someone she views as stable. Someone to act as the grown up in the situation. Someone who could get her where she needed to go, not put up too much of a fuss, keep the situation as light as possible with injections of humor. She needed someone that could listen to the medical staff and take notes. Someone to run errands. She needed someone to contact her family and friends. She needed someone to be with her as she recovers.

She chose me.

To be the adult in the situation.

Me.

Go figure.

I guess Pam's right. It never is too late to learn to grow up.

And it's always time to be childlike at heart.

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So ... we've reached the end of a very very long day full of nervous energy, hoping, coping, waiting, relief, recovery and celebration.

We unwound tonight by watching a movie together, grateful to be in each other's company. Grateful to be pulled into the flux of the character's emotions as a break from being immersed in our own.

May we rest well ... and find some new trouble -- and laughter -- to get into together tomorrow!