Mom and I had a long discussion before we got out of bed this morning. She explained that on Friday she was going to the hospital to have surgery. She said it was to have her gallbladder removed. Unlike when I had that tumor removed from my throat, this is not an emergency. She explained that she could make a plan for it. Her fear is that if she waited, it could become an emergency in some place like Wyoming. She said she would rather be where friends could drive her, take care of us, and help Dad if he needs it. That makes sense although the friend who might take care of us, is the cat lady neighbor. I’m fine if she comes in to visit as long as Mom and Dad are home. I won’t let her in the door when they are not here. She may have a key, but this is my house.

Mom did add information that I did not like (besides the cat lady.) She said that I could sleep curled up beside her Friday night, but that I could not walk across her stomach to wake her up on Saturday morning. That is totally unacceptable! Those morning whispers and kisses are for our special time as we start the day. How will she know that I love her, if I can’t kiss her? She also said that she will not be able to bend over to pick me up for a day or two. I remember how awful I felt for a few days after I had that surgery. My throat was sore for a week. I’m not sure what a gallbladder is, but I don’t think it will make her throat sore. I guess I can make myself available from one of the tables or the back of the couch. As long as I get to cuddle with her, we can make this work.