In less than an hour, I’m heading to the airport in Johannesburg to fly to Salt Lake City. Jason booked my ticket about 8 hours ago. I’m flying to the US to be with my 19 year-old daughter who is having surgery on Wednesday. Don’t worry, it’s not too serious. She’s having oral surgery on her jaw which has been locked for a week and a half. She’s only been able to open it wide enough to get a straw through her teeth. I’m surprised that she hasn’t completely lost her mind yet.
Being away from family at times like this is the HARDEST part of being in the Foreign Service. And I am so grateful that I can fly home at the last minute to be there for Cecily. Her surgery is scheduled for the day before Thanksgiving. Our Thanksgiving dinner will probably be takeout from Village Inn–but that’s ok. At times like this, things like turkey and stuffing really don’t matter. What matters is being with my daughter on a really hard day.
My plan is to spend Thanksgiving giving thanks for my daughter’s good health … and airplanes.
Oh, and by the way, I’m flying home through Paris to show those SOB terrorists that I’m not afraid of them!