If there is one thing I dread, it's receiving a phone call from my family at a time when you don't expect it. Ie, the middle of the day. And when you know your Mum is in hospital for her second surgery and you get a call, you stop your bus on the nearest bus stop to take the call. Never mind about the passengers.
It was my Dad. Telling me that even though the surgeon had had massive doubts, the surgery on my Mum actually went fine. Better than fine really. So, I told my Dad I would phone him back asap (ie at the end of the journey) and drove on. Passengers and all that you know.
Anyway, the news was good and after I phoned my Dad back a bit later, he told me exactly how good. We are all very pleased, not least my Mum. Of course I still want to see her in person and that's why I will be traveling home this coming weekend.