The door was closed as our son was asleep awaiting the robotic procedure that would go into his kidney through a series of tubes with cameras, and operational tools to perform the task necessary to open the blocked organ.

     "This will not repair the kidney," the doctor had said, "It will only prevent further damage."

     Kidneys, unlike the liver do not repair themselves over time. They either function or they don't.

     These small facts were the least of my concern, and my thoughts were only on the safety and comfort of my child. Three to four hours, and as of this moment it has only been about an hour. This past hour has gone okay, but I must say that on any other day, sixty minutes would fly much faster. How do I get through the next few hours? It's Tuesday morning on May 22nd and we are told the soonest he would leave is Thursday. Really? Whew...okay... we do what we do.

     In deer season, every fall I am told I am the most patient person anyone knows. I sit. I watch the sun come up....I watch the sun go down....then I go home, many times having seen the inside of the animal world from birds and rodents, to the deer I choose not to harvest. Yet I sit here now, wanting to know....how is Nicholas? How is my little man doing?

     It's been an hour and five minutes now, and I guess I just have to keep myself occupied in my thoughts....maybe read over some of my past blogs....maybe explore the internet a bit... sipping coffee...waiting....and trying to pass this true test of patience.