gall-bladderMy apologies to the subscribers to Life on Avenue Z: this is just a personal post. My dear baby sister just underwent a painful 4.5-hour emergency surgery. She had severe pain on Friday right before I visited, and all weekend she was up and down. Monday morning I went with her to the doctor. The diagnosis: a faulty gall bladder.

Normally this is not a big deal. With a non-invasive laparoscopic technique, doctors can make four little incisions and eliminate the problem, with a downtime of a matter of days after the procedure. But Sarah ended up having to have full abdominal surgery the day after I left.

I’m sitting here in my little office in San Diego worried to death. Sarah and her tubes and IVs will be in the hospital for several days, and she’s going to be down for 4-6 weeks. She’s got two little babies at home, and she won’t be able to pick them up. She’s a teacher, and she’s out for the rest of the school year. And she probably can’t come see me run my second marathon on June 1.

Think positive thoughts for her, pretty please. She’s an amazing woman and a great friend, and I’d take her pain for myself in a minute if I could.

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