What doesn't kill us (part 2)...

The doctor took Wayne to our bedroom and examined him.  He called the hospital and had him admitted over the phone (sure it was his appendix).  I called one of the Moms I have play-dates with (whom I now call my friend) to come babysit Ethan and we took a taxi to the hospital.  3 hours later, after Wayne was finally comfortable, I had to leave him there because my friend couldn't stay with Ethan any longer.
The next morning, when when of the other moms found out what had happened, she came to my house at 7AM to sit with me so I didn't have to be on my own waiting for my in-laws to arrive so I could go to the hospital (friend number 2). 
My in-laws arrived later that day and by the end of that day, they took my husband in for emergency surgery.  They had done a scan and found what they described as a 'mass' and needed to operate to see what it was.  As they rolled him into the OR, I stood there alone in the hallway thinking they just took my whole life into that operating room.  The love I have for him is the same today as it was when we first fell in love and I couldn't imagine my life without him.  I have never been so terrified and the hours that followed were the longest hours of my life and I couldn't believe I had to endure them alone. 
To be continued in the next post - - -