On the fifth night after surgery while still in ICU, I awoke around 1:30am. I listened to and loathed the sound of the suction machine plugged into the wall that pumped extra fluids from my incision. The pump to keep circulation in my leg compressed and released, compressed and released. I looked at all the IV tubes that hung like a tangled mass – drip, drip, drip.
Category: Joy
Called Out of Darkness – Part II
My fears expanded their territory in my mind – fearful of going anywhere, fearful of closed in places, fearful of wide open spaces, fearful in crowds, fearful of death, and all were accompanied by anxiety.
Drama in the Delivery Room – Part II
“On the opposite side of the stage, a curtain was slowly dawn and we saw three lovely young musicians, all in shimmering white evening gowns. They played softly in unison with the organ – a harp, a cello, and a violin.”