You'll get it done right

That's what he said as he looked at the surgeon, after being told that the length and quality of his life would be increased by having this surgery, and then told of the risks involved: a heart attack during or after the operation, the chance of an infection or of getting something like pneumonia, the fact that he is eight years older and this is the second time,, both making the operation more risky even than the last time.
But that did nothing to his attitude. He looked at the surgeon, the same one he had before, eight years earlier, with the look in his eyes of having the utmost confidence and peace of mind, and he said, "You'll get it done right; let's do this."
Wow, I was amazed. Scared, yet amazed at the strength of him.
The operation was scheduled for 7:15 am yesterday, Sunday. I got a call at about 2:30 or 3:00.
"Grandpa got out of the operation and his doctor talked to him and he's doing fine. Grandma and Mom will be able to go see him in about a half hour, and that's all we know. These next two days are still real critical though."
Thank God one more time.