The white-haired lady in the pink coat is my mom, flying in to save the day.
Here is my in-box at work, EMPTY for the first time ever, I think. I wish the surgery were first thing tomorrow morning, so I could get it over with. If I stop to think for even a minute, I go queasy with fear. I don't have to be at the hospital until 1:00, though. I wonder how I'll pass the time in the morning? I keep telling myself to get a grip. If this is a step-by-step process, then I can just look at tomorrow for now. And all I have to fear tomorrow is pain. They will help me manage the pain; therefore there is nothing to fear, right? Right? So why do I feel like puking?
The white-haired lady in the pink coat is my mom, flying in to save the day.
Here is my in-box at work, EMPTY for the first time ever, I think. I wish the surgery were first thing tomorrow morning, so I could get it over with. If I stop to think for even a minute, I go queasy with fear. I don't have to be at the hospital until 1:00, though. I wonder how I'll pass the time in the morning? I keep telling myself to get a grip. If this is a step-by-step process, then I can just look at tomorrow for now. And all I have to fear tomorrow is pain. They will help me manage the pain; therefore there is nothing to fear, right? Right? So why do I feel like puking?
3 comments:
I'll be offering up a few extra prayers for your today Kate. I hope your morning passes quickly and the surgery goes well!
No Puking....deep breathing...We're here for you...We all love ya!! Good Luck today.
I'm thinking of you!
Lisa Z.
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