I've decided to press the proverbial pause button at this time. The holidays are all upons and we've recently found ourselves caught up in a swirling eddy of emotion.
First, let me say that the ride taken down a particular road has been like driving an eighteen-wheeler up a coarse mountainside on wheels with no tires. Actually, I'm being kind. My wife and I are milling over the proper response while visiting her family for a few days. I'd be remiss if I didn't mention the fact that her father has just had his right foot removed.
It all happened quite suddenly. One minute, Dad's in the hospital for an issue seemingly unrelated and the next thing we know, we're hearing about a possible toe amputation. No, wait... a partial foot amputation. No, wait... You get the idea. We all waited around for the better part of Monday to hear the diagnosis and to learn how much of the lower extremity would be lost. When Dad had us all around his bed he informed us that they would be cutting somewhere between the knee and the ankle. You could say it was a sigh of relief for those of us anticipating a worst case scenario. But how do you say goodbye to a foot?
