Mum had her back operation today - a spinal fusion, to be precise. Just the thought of it makes me feel a little queer, but I'm assured having a plate in your back is just dandy once you heal up a bit.
I visited her this evening, and although she was a bit out of it, she was so excited her feet were warm for the first time in ages. The impact of her back problems has been mainly on her right leg and foot, so this is a good sign. We'll find out in coming days how much better it really is.
The visit reminded me how unsettling hospitals can be. Mum works at one, so she's fine, but I still have a reaction to them. As soon as we walked in the smell of disinfectant hit me, followed by sombre faces in the lift and an eery silence punctuated by the squeak of rubber shoes along corridors and the odd beep.
They plan to get Mum up on her feet by Wednesday, which is pretty amazing. Then starts the real recovery.