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Yes, we finally made the appointment and fixed Sam's manhood. I don't know who was more stressed out. I am sure he was in more physical pain, but I will tell you my emotional toilet was flushed by the end of the day. This day does have a bit of humor/drama to it.

I had received a check in the mail that I was going to cash to help pay for his surgery. So off to the bank to do so. Our appointment was at 12:30 and I also needed to mail a few letters. The convenient thing was there was a mailbox at the site where he had his appointment. Great! So I reached into my purse and pulled out the 2 envelopes and threw them into the mailbox. Off we went to the 8th floor and I proceeded to pay for his balance and the money was gone. But...there was a letter still in my purse. What? Yep...I had mailed the envelope full of cash from the bank at the mailbox. You can imagine the look on my and the secretary's face.

So, thank God the mail truck doesn't come until 1:15. We dash downstairs and take post for the mailman. He never showed, but I did spot a mail truck down the street and finally saw the driver. Turns out all mail persons have a universal key and I was able to get my money and mail my letter. :)

Back up to the 8th floor where I have represented myself in a very poor fashion. Turns out, my shirt was on backwards the whole time. We went in to see the PA, who put some numbing cream and "stickers" on Sam and were given instructions with what to do with our time until 3:00 when the procedure would take place. Again, in my head I say "What?" I thought we were just getting this thing cut and we were out. No. Off to the pharmacy and the maze of halls to get pain meds with codeine.

Sam was such a big boy. When we finally got called into the office at 3:00, we had to sit for about 10 minutes. I heard the cries of about 3 different little kids. He didn't notice, but I was taking it all in. (ADD) Oh man, I need to get myself psyched for this. The picture above is what they strapped him into while doing the surgery. They gave him a dum dum and I held his head and a book to distract from the operation. Seriously, I am so thankful that this day is over.

Now we are on the mend. The common phrase right now is "Mommy, it hurts!" Oh my gosh, that just kills me, but all is looking good down there. I have been so lucky to have such a good boy. God has been in every step and I will conitnue to trust him to take care of this healing as well.

The top pics are pre and post surgery.

That is our story and I am glad it is over. God is perfect.