Sunday, September 2, 2012


My sister had surgery on Thursday.  Not life threatening, but surgery is surgery.  
And if you know the Moses Family, you know, if one Moses goes to the hospital, they all go.  It's just what we do.  We show up.  When a man is down, the rest of us are right there, picking up the pieces - or the kids, or the dinners, or the laundry.  Whatever the needs are.  Sometimes it's just to be there.  Present.  Laughing, making jokes, telling stories, so we don't have to think about how we haven't eaten since midnight the night before this procedure.  There are quiet times too.  Waiting times.  Worrying times.  Praying times.  Lots of praying times.  Thankfully everything went smoothly & she is doing great & this will hopefully lead to less discomfort & migraines & veins that aren't three times their size.  (Yes, I saw the scans.  Seeing the inner workings of a loved one.  It's something else.)
I took a picture of her in recovery.  But out of respect I won't post it here.  Cause she's my sister.  And I would expect the same.  Hair done, flattering light, fully clothed. 
Those are the public photo prerequisites for sisters.  

But this is a photo I took on my way home from the hospital that night.
God's little (big) reminder.

all is well

1 comment:

Abby said...

I'm so glad that Val's surgery went well, I had no idea she was having surgery, I feel bad I didn't send a message sooner. Give her my love.