A Minor Surgery

First thing Monday morning, Harris had his adenoids removed and tubes put in his ears. It was the very definition of a “minor surgery.”

All went according to plan, and Harris returned to school on Wednesday. In fact, he perked up several hours after he returned home. If you have to have a surgery, this is the one to have.

Harris before surgery

Harris is all smiles before his procedure.

As a parent, though, I couldn’t quite compute “minor.” I knew and tried not to worry about the risks of sedating a child. It is a slight risk, but there is still a possibility of complications.

This tiny chance that something could go wrong wreaked havoc with my emotions all weekend, culminating in a palpable sense of dread Monday morning. Harris, who’s 6, seemed at peace with it all, not really looking forward to it but certainly not dreading it. He had already been through this once several years ago. He had tubes put in his ears when his hearing problem first surfaced during a routine screening at his pre-school.

I spent my Monday morning as I spend most mornings: rising at 4:30, praying, reading, writing, and working out. I dispatched Carla and Harris to the outpatient surgical center at 7:15, armed with a list of chores to take my mind off things. The surgery was scheduled for 9 a.m., and I looked at my watch constantly throughout the morning as I emptied the dish washer, loaded the washing machine and fixed breakfast for Harris’ brothers.

It was maddening.

I worried about Harris. A middle child with a quick wit, charming smile and propensity for attention seeking, I couldn’t stop the encroaching thoughts of “What if?”

I am not a worrier. Carla can probably recite my lecture on the dangers of “What if?” thinking. “Let’s try not to worry until we have something to worry about,” I frequently say.

If traditional gender roles can be trusted at all, she is supposed to be the one who worries. It’s OK for her to fret about the one-in-a-million chance that something will go wrong with a minor surgery. I’m supposed to stay calm.

So I did what I think a lot of men do – what my dad probably did when he was worried about his boys: I transferred. I took those feelings of fear and being out of control and focused them on cleaning, straightening, laundering. I had spent the weekend leading up to the surgery working with the boys on their Pinewood Derby cars, getting so worked up over each minor set back. It finally occurred to me on Monday morning that I had been worried about Harris.

Trying to keep your emotions in check is draining. The relief I felt when I got Carla’s text, and when Harris, still groggy, came in and laid down on the couch restored my equilibrium.

Missing tooth

During the adenoidectomy, an emergency toothectomy had to be performed.

But, I’m sorry to say, there was a complication. After the anesthesia kicked in, the doctor discovered that one of his top front teeth was extremely loose. So when Harris woke up, he had a new, lisp-inducing gap in the front of his mouth. He just laughed at himself, and entertained his brothers who kept calling out “s” words from him to say.

Now that this tiny interruption in our lives is behind us, I can say that the minor surgery accomplished more than helping Harris breathe and removing the pressure on his ear drums. It prepared me, even if only a little, to face with my kids days that have larger consequences. It was practice for the major stuff.

Minor surgeries. Sometimes our hearts don’t know the difference.

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About lanceelliottwallace

Lance Elliott Wallace lives and writes in the Atlanta suburb of Lilburn. A native of Texas and a former resident of Florida and Alabama, Lance married a Georgia girl and together they are rearing three Georgia boys. By day he communicates for Georgia Tech engineers and scientists. He spends his early morning hours praying, writing and running.
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One Response to A Minor Surgery

  1. Amen
    I am glad I know you. 🙂

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