As I started writing this, the surgeon walked into the waiting room and told us that Grandma is going to be fine.

She started having abdominal pain earlier this evening. Her doctor paid a house call and told her that she needed to go straight to the hospital because it looked like a hernia. The surgery went without a hitch.

They didn’t put Grandma under and she chatted with the staff the whole time. My cousin (who is a surgeon and so was in the operating room, observing) says that one of the staff said, “Gosh she’s awfully clear-minded.”

Richard said, “Yes. Everytime I go over she makes me feel like I’m a little slow.”

We’ll get to see her tonight. The surgeon said that they are going to keep her in ICU and then here for a couple of days. “Just because she’s 103.”

I can’t tell you how relieved I am.