I woke in the recovery room
To the smell of hospital soap and anesthesia
The sound of the beeping heart monitor
The IV gurgling in my veins
Bleary-eyed I tried to focus on the Doctor’s voice
He rubbed my hand, “We had to do a hysterectomy”
I gulped, eyes closed, anesthesia lulling me back to sleep
I opened one eye, trying to focus on the nurse,
“Did I hear that correctly? Did he say hysterectomy?”
“Yes.”
I remember turning my head and looking out the window
The sky was cloudy and gray
It was going to storm
Lightening flashed in the distance
My eyes grew heavy once again
I succumbed to the anesthesia fog
And remembered thinking,
“But we had already picked your name…”
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Author: Jeni McCreary
Many have shared that I am the strongest woman they know. I would disagree... when life kicks you in the teeth there is only one place to look and that is UP.
Life within the last six years has been difficult in having lost my father, mother, step-mom, two brothers, nephew, mother-in-law & five beloved dogs. Grief can alter your trajectory a bit...so I write.
This blog will be my random thoughts, my hopes, my dreams, defining my strength and my faith. I'm honest, raw and real. If you don't like that... that's ok...I'm writing more for me than you. Maybe someone will find this blog and my words will help you in some small way.
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