Don't Leave me Behind
I don’t know if there is anything more exhausting than holding the hospital vigil. Minutes feel like hours as your feet and legs become numb from just sitting and waiting and watching. I am grateful to be here because it means that my husband’s surgery is behind him. Hopefully, he is on the road to recovery. We are playing tag team with sickness: this week is his turn; next week will be mine. I’ve been trying to use this time wisely, and I have actually started three blogs,
