Good morning…
“I’m having surgery on my leg to remove a cancer spot on June 5th. Is there any way you could come in town to be with your mom during my procedure?” my dad asked in April, as I visited my parents in Ohio for my dad’s 88th birthday.
I felt honored my dad asked. To be trusted with my mom’s care. To be vulnerable enough to ask for what he needed. To lean into my support as he recovers from the four to six hour procedure. I felt really, really grateful to be asked for my help.
Asking for what we need is not always easy. We relinquish some control. We admit we cannot do everything, all the time, all on our own. We lay ourselves bare, exposing our weakness, risking possible rejection. It takes wisdom to discern exactly what we need and brave courage to ask.
Can you tell? I really admire my dad for seeking my support.
Today is June 5th. The surgery day has arrived. We’ve watched videos about the procedure. We’ve talked about what necessary items to take. We’ve driven to the medical center where the surgery will occur. We’ll share a good breakfast in the morning, and my dad will drive himself to and from, calling me for pick up in case there is an unexpected need. I will experience the peaceful joy of being with my mom for the hours my dad is away.
No rest for the weary. If the surgery goes smoothly, my parents will both perform in the musical Wizard of Oz tonight at their senior living community. As I settle into the second half of my nine day stay, I look forward to watching them on Sunday in their final of nine performances, before our family gathers to celebrate my mom’s 87th birthday.
I am so glad my dad asked for my help. He is in good company. While Jesus lived on earth he prayed to God, asking for help (Hebrews 5:7a, ERV).
…Sue…
P.S. Now I ask you for your prayers, prayers that all will go well for my parents and me during this special week.
