Roy's Surgery

I am typing this with tears in my eyes.  I didn't know that I would be affected this way about my brother being in the hospital.  I think I was fine until I saw the picture of him smiling even though he had just had surgery.
Roy has always been strong.  He is an incredibly hard worker.  To see him fragile like he is in that hospital bed is like seeing my dad when he was in the hospital for surgery on his jaw or even my brother Stevie after he almost lost his leg in a accident in the woods (that's another story).  You never expect these strong men to be vulnerable like the rest of us in this world.  My whole family is that way.  I don't know if it is stubborness or that we just don't want anyone feeling sorry for us, but that's the way we roll as Roy would say.
My sister Teresa and I found out that he was having surgery on facebook.  I'm not joking about that either.  I don't know if he thought he had told us or just figured we would see it on facebook and he didn't think he needed to tell us personally, but I felt kind of bad about that.  Maybe it is because we are so softhearted and he didn't think we could handle it.........  I'm not sure what he was thinking.
Anyway, today was a long day.   My sister Karen, my mom and dad all went to the hospital to wait while Roy had his surgery.  I felt guilty for not going too, but mom promised to call and tell me how it went so I felt better about that.  All day, no call.  I called my sister in law to see if she had heard anything, but she just said the surgery started later than it was supposed to.  I went out and shoveled the driveway with Allen, giving my phone to Brenda in case my mom called while I was outside.   I came back after shoveling, and still no answer.  I was starting to feel a little sick with worry so I called my mom on her cell phone.  No answer.  That made me real nervous.  Well, about five minutes later mom calls and says they are on their way back to town and that Roy's surgery went fine and the doc said he should feel much better now.  I was happy that things worked out.  I emailed a special friend to tell her, called my sister and told her and then emailed two of his other friends.  Then his daughter Brandie put pictures up on facebook of him in the hospital bed and I lost it. 
I like to think I'm strong too but I guess when it comes to my family I am just a wimp.......smiles.