Good morning! Well, tomorrow is the day. The Goatmother is scheduled for surgery. (Excuse me. I have to check my brain a minute. No, that is correct. It IS tomorrow. My how time flies when you're not having fun.) We didn't have any news from the rabbit hole experience yesterday, so we are hoping against hope that means nothing more has changed. Of course today is another day, as Scarlett implied, but I guess we'll cross that particular bridge if and when we come to it. So tomorrow is likely to be a rather long day, but if all goes as planned, it will be just a lumpectomy and hopefully nothing more drastic. (Ha! Listen to me. 'Just' a lumpectomy. Still, in my defense, given any of the alternatives, 'just' seems to fit.) Plus it is scheduled to be done as an outpatient procedure and the Goatmother has been delirious that she doesn't have to stay and can sleep in her very own bed. I understand that as I can't imagine being comfortable anywhere but my nice little hay-padded corner of the barn. (Unless it is another hay-padded corner of the barn because Ella is having one of her infamous picky-snits and has decided MY corner looks better than hers. Oy.).
Anyway, The Goatmother is naturally a bit apprehensive. I think it might be somewhat like knowing someone else is going to be doing the feeding and wondering whether or not they will have been informed about the absolute necessity of passing out Peanuts. Something like that anyway.
So we are ever hopeful. The Universe even lent us a bit of hand with that since yesterday the Goatmother walked down to the barn and there were five new little baby ducks paddling about in the pond. New life. My highly developed, masterful philosophizing brain says this is an omen. (However, I can't help but think this is adding to the literal hoard of UrDuck-H'ai we already have to endure. On the up side, at least they are a whole lot cuter, and peeping isn't nearly as annoying as quacking.)
So, my friends, since modern medicine has not advanced far enough to actually allow goats to enter the hospital, yet, I'll be waiting tomorrow just like you. Rest assured, I will inform you at the earliest possible time. We are not proud. Any and all, prayers, positive energy, healing thoughts, good wishes - even downright begging, welcomed here with open arms. Yes, we are a little scared. But as our friend Turbo would say, that's just STUPID. Human beings have this magic ability. They can be afraid of what is to come. They can build it up in their mind and their feeble mind will take them to the worst possible scenario. But the truth of the matter, the magic part, is that when they actually come face to face with reality, they deal. They simply deal. And usually they do it quite admirably. Who knew?
"It's a dangerous business, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no telling where you might be swept off to." - Bilbo Baggins
P.S. Any of you with a blog, I am working on getting you onto my blog link list in the side bar. I want to acknowledge you. I think it might be a long list eventually. If you aren't there yet, you will be. It is just that Blogger doesn't cooperate (as you may well know if you have a Blogger blog) and time and frustration levels are at a premium just now. Eventually you will be there, however. And if at some point down the road, you look and you are not there, please let me know. But give me a little time first. :) A rainbow of blessings on each and every of your heads!