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06 October 2014 @ 01:00 pm
Operation Mom  
Where does the story of a surgery start? With all the medical jibber jabber, the step by step experience or waking up on a hospital bed writhing in excruciating pain? I don't recall anything between Doctor Collis lifting my arm onto a padded bar and then the pain.
No blackness.
No hole.
Just one thing and then the other.
My family was there, and I knew Brian was holding my hand. He told me later that seeing me in such pain made him feel like he was going to throw up or maybe pass out. I remember tossing side to side, crying out, and Mom getting angry that the nurses weren't giving me pain medication fast enough. Apparently, they'd already given me a dose before I left the surgery room, but evidently it wasn't enough. They needed to give me three times the normal amount before I stopped thrashing and settled down.
Mom was crying and saying how much she loved me, and I reached out for my son, Joshua, who had tears sliding down his face. The family left, but Brian stayed. He slept there all night beside me and helped the nurses take care of me. And he listened when I smiled through my tears and said, "My mom really does love me."
Believe me, I've had my doubts.
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