So much for having everything perfectly timed.
D. was supposed to have knee surgery this week, which was going to give us two weeks of my being able to take care of her before I headed back to school. Perfect!
And then, the afternoon before the surgery, the hospital called and said they couldn't get one piece of necessary equipment and so the surgery was going to have to be postponed. But they thought they'd be able to get it scheduled for this coming week. Okay, that still gives us one week of full-time home care (i.e., me) before I head back to school.
But then yesterday, the surgery scheduler said it will probably be 2-4 more weeks. In other words, just as the school year is starting up.
I have not taken all of this in stride. There have been many tears and also much ice cream this week.
But yesterday, after I cried for an hour after the phone call with the scheduler, I decided not to eat ice cream but rather to clean out the front hall closet, exercise, and shower, all of which did in fact make me feel much calmer.
There is the slightest possibility that we'll get a phone call Monday saying that the surgery is actually going to be this coming week after all, but probably it's going to happen in September. That is going to be a real pain, but not an insurmountable obstacle.
I have decided to hold onto the fact that the long-term, permanent impact of this surgery -- that D. will have a functioning knee again! -- really is far more important than the short-term annoyance of having the schedule go all pear-shaped. Yes, I'll have a more stressful start of school than I'd planned, but that is a strictly temporary problem. We must keep our eyes on the prize.