It’s been over 20 years now but I vividly remember those trips to the OR. If I was in a wheelchair, I would count how long it took to get to the final destination. If I was walking, I concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other. But I would not look back. I wouldn’t look back because as scared as I was of what was in front of me, I was more scared about what I might see behind me.
So, I would stare straight ahead, swallowing the lump of tears and fears lodged in my throat, and I went on my way straight into a room made for operating.
And when I woke up, I didn’t have to be quite so brave anymore, because they were always there, bravely waiting.