And I've struggled with saying this, but it's been my biggest fear in all of this. I wasn't necessarily worried about the Dr, or her ability to fix anything. I've worried the whole time about Tiffany, her body, and her being able to pull through the surgery. I was scared they'd lose her during the surgery, nothing on their part, just her health, that her body couldn't handle it. I'm not trying to sound over dramatic, but I see her every day. I've seen days she was struggling to even get up, wouldn't eat, had zero energy for anything. It's not that she's lazy, or didn't want to try, but that infection can be brutal. Heck, I've had infection in a finger or something from a cut, and didn't feel like moving my hand! I can't imagine what that feels like inside your kidneys, urinary tract, etc constantly. I mentioned last night, but I had to go to the van and just cry. I was so relieved that she woke up, I couldn't help myself. I feel guilty almost saying that, but it's how I felt, and what I was scared of.