So today Robin had her hip replacement. Thirty years old is too young for many things, and a hip replacement is not the least of them. Nevertheless, here we are.
The surgery went as well as possible, which I'm thankful for, but once she was in the recovery room, the pain started. We had heard it would be bad, but we just wonder how much you can take in the end.
Sitting there, holding her hand while she writhed in pain was a place I didn't want to be at again, and it was a place that is becoming all too familiar.
It will get better over the next few days, though. It's hard to remember that in the here and now sometimes.
This too shall pass. And the outpouring of support and love and all the prayers has gotten us this far.