I developed an aversion to hospitals and doctor's offices after three years of cancer visits with Mom. To be back again was traumatic, especially given the circumstances. Not only did I feel helpless and frightened that I was about to loose Dad, the proximity of tragedy sent me to cry in the bathroom more than once. Listening to the family of the woman who had just had a stroke, behind that thin privacy curtain to our left, broke my heart. I felt their sense of desperation as they coaxed her to open her eyes, to speak, to squeeze a finger.
In the end, we were lucky. They were able to deal with Dad's bleeding, and (fingers crossed) the danger is over for now. I am so grateful for another day with Dad, who is a wonderful person. He will turn 75 next week, and I will meet his girlfriend for the first time-at his birthday party, not his funeral as I had feared.
I returned to my garden this morning to find that the daisies are beginning to bloom.
I even spotted a few lady bugs, who were a little camera shy.
This week should be better than the last.