Damn!

So the happy-go-lucky time with the in-laws has taken an unexpected turn. Pat and Diane got here Friday night, all was right with the world. We got up Saturday, did our "thang" and after lunch Diane started to feel a little puny so while Matt and Pat went for pizza I fixed her some chicken noodle soup and grilled cheese. We stocked up on crackers and all the standard "feel better" foods. Yesterday she seemed to perk up a bit, we went to lunch, to the mall and to Lowes then came home. She went back to the couch and curled up again, but said she was feeling a bit better. At dinner she couldn't eat, not even bread and started having really bad stomach pain so the whole clan got in the car and headed to the ER. Around 10 Pat came out and told us to go home and he would call us when they were ready to be picked up. At 12:30-ish Matt decided to go back to the hospital since he hadn't heard anything. He came home at 1:30 and woke me (I fell asleep somehow, not sure how) to tell me Diane was going to have surgery in the next bit because she had appendicitis. Holy cow!
Fast forward to this morning: While I was getting ready for work (only about 4 hours) Pat called and told us she had yet to go into surgery, but would be doing so shortly. As soon as I got to work, I headed up to her room and caught them in transit to the OR and walked with her to the pre-op area until they wheeled her away. After surgery the Doc came out and told us she had a perforated, gangrenous appendix. Yes, gangrenous! The perforation has allowed some fecal matter into her abdomen so now we have to wait and see if it has affected any other organs. She's going to be in the hospital at least another day while we watch her organs and her white cell count (it's about 7,000 too high).
And did I mention, tonight is Matt's recital?!
Please send happy thoughts...lots of them