My Reflections:

Nana & Papa had previously planned to meet up with us at the amusement park today.  Papa’s willingness to come was a sacrifice of love for Nana & the boys’ sakes… the cost, the crowds, and the chaos would all have dissuaded him otherwise.  But now, understandably, they’re not coming.  Now brain cancer has won out as the dissuading force.

Instead of joining us for rides and fun, Papa & Nana trek to the hospital where Papa will be having his surgery in a couple days.  Always the planner, Papa wants to do a “test run” to make sure Nana knows how to get there.  The hospital is far from their home, in an unfamiliar area in the city with plenty of traffic and congestion.  A test run seems to make sense.

But Papa falling in the parking lot wasn’t part of the plan.  People running to help him, then him being taken to the hospital’s ER was not part of anyone’s test run plan (although that’s one heck of a way to get familiar with the hospital!).  Fortunately everything is ok (as “ok” as it can be present circumstances considered), and Papa & Nana are able to head back home the same day.

And all this while we’re still hopping from ride to ride at the amusement park, me losing my phone at one point (this is not the time to be losing one’s phone!!!), and, thankfully, recovering it once again.  Rides, and games, and animal shows, and over-priced treats.  And lots & lots of walking.  We return to the hotel exhausted, but glad we came.

Three cheers for sugar, fun, and naps (Little M takes care of the napping part like a champ)!