Pre-Surgery Pampering from Mom
My brother has had surgery numerous times (for bad knees and a bum hip), and every time he’s scheduled to go in, my mom treats him like a death row inmate on his last hurrah. On Monday John had a hip replacement surgery, which means on Sunday my mom came to his house with enough food to feed an army, plus some extra goodies to pamper him before he went under the knife.
According to John, here’s what my mom made for dinner Sunday night, which fed two adults, two children, and a 100-lb Asian woman:
- Mashed potatoes
- Homemade chicken soup
She also, quite amusingly, made my brother a “pre-surgery scarf.”
Mom: “It keep you warm and you feel better. I make Meechygan color.”
Here’s a picture of John enthusiastically modeling Mom’s handiwork (it is indeed maize and blue–go Wolverines!):
So with a belly full of food (hopefully outside the “Don’t eat 8 hours before your surgery” window) and a warm neck, my brother underwent surgery Monday afternoon. When he woke up, my mom was there to visit and smuggled in sweet and sour chicken, fried rice, and a donut tucked into a Ziplock bag, because nothing hits the spot after getting your hip bone hacked out like Chinese takeout and fried dough. That’s my mom, offering help and relief the only way she knows how: with knitted goods and insane quantities of food.