We are full of anxiety and trepidation as we crawl towards Errol's August 6th surgery, but Errol isn't worried. We try to learn from Errol, but still we worry day and night. Last night I dreamed that Owen and I were taking an elevator to get to Errol's hospital room. We went up, and up, and up, past the eightieth floor but there wasn't a button for the floor Errol was on. Then we went to a second hospital, and then a third and kept riding up, up, up, never reaching Errol.
On the other hand, the other day we took Errol and Owen to see Charlotte's Web. When Errol thinks a movie is really funny (most of the time) he chuckles, then turns around to look back at us to make sure we are getting the joke. We got it. He is a joy.
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I'll be thinking of all of you this week, and looking forward to encouraging news from the other side of surgery.
Much love,
Lucy
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