I arrive Tuesday night, so I'll get to see him and talk to him before his surgery. I wish I could have gotten there sooner, but the flights were prohibitively expensive. That seems kind of petty now.
I keep telling myself that lots of people have had brain surgery and gone on to live perfectly normal lives. But I'm still afraid.
I leave early tomorrow morning, planning to return home late Friday night. If things are going really badly, I'll stay longer.
