Yep, Mr. Surgeon-man come to tally up blood levels,
(Gurney come and she want the good drugs)
He say Mom she be ready for the heart valves,
(Gurney come and she get the good drugs)
They take the Mom X and we're all waiting in the lobby
(Take good care Doc, bring me Mom safe home).
--Baby Bro went off to the chapel. He's Professionally Qualified to operate the machinery in there. Me, doggerel and hope is the best I've got.
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3 hours ago
18 comments:
Fingers crossed here.
Hoping for the best possible outcome.
Sending thoughts and prayers.
I'll talk to the big guy as well.
Good vibes toward you and yourn.
Been in the waiting room too many times recently not to send thoughts and prayers.
My thoughts/prayers are with you.
Best wishes for your Mom (and you). I didn't know you're Jamaican. Heh.
Best of luck to your mom.
My thoughts and prayers are with your family.
tweaker
My Best to you and your Mom!
Sending good juju your and your mom's way.
We're living in the future, and Indy has some good heart centers (I tend to believe in the power of competition to be the tide that raises all boats), so I am confident that you soon will be marveling at the speed of your mother's recovery. I don't pray, but I for damned sure do HOPE. And that hope is focused on you and yours, right now, Roberta.
Present her (and us) with some more doggerel, in the meantime!
I do pray, when the subject warrants it (as opposed to Please, God, let me get a great parking slot at WallyWorld)...and this be one of those times.
When daylight come, MomX go home...
Al Terego
Prayers and thoughts incoming. Been there. Please keep us posted, as much as is convenient.
Good wishes sent your Mom's way...
[note to self: Fatigue and worry seem to make Roberta channel Harry Belafonte. Best to avoid that in the future.]
Best wishes for ya'll, Ms. Roberta!
Bruiser
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