When the surgeon finally returned he spoke carefully. “The appendix had already started to rupture but we cleaned the infection and she is stable now, although she will need antibiotics and observation.”
Relief flooded through me first and then exhaustion followed immediately behind it.
While sitting there with shaking hands I decided to call my parents because Kayla loved them deeply and believed they were a steady part of her life.
My mother Susan answered on the third ring and sounded mildly distracted. “Hello what is going on tonight,” she asked.
“Mom Kayla is in the hospital because she needed emergency surgery for appendicitis,” I explained quickly.
There was a long pause before she spoke again. “Is she alive right now or are you calling about something worse,” she asked with surprising bluntness.
“Yes she is alive but it was very close and the doctor said the infection was spreading,” I replied.
“Then it sounds like everything worked out and you are worrying too much again,” Susan answered dismissively.
I stared at the phone in disbelief. “Mom she just had emergency surgery and she is terrified right now,” I insisted.