What I See

I see. . .

A lovely meal of spring greens, cranberries, goat cheese, walnuts and apples. Early bedtime, sleeping soundly. A long, hot shower in the morning. Ron and me kneeling in prayer, knowing God is here, listening. Crying – a few tears are okay – as the anesthesiologist eases an IV into my arm which I barely feel (I also see him or her remembering to give me the “no-throw-up” medicine). Dr. M’s hands moving fluidly, draining the tumor, removing the cyst. Me, waking up, relieved it’s over. Back home in bed, comfy, Ron at my side. No complications, only a time to heal. Happy, calm, resting in the peace that passes understanding.

Update: I don't laugh easily, but a friend and I were rolling today when she read this post and called in a panic, offering to bring over a casserole. The above was supposed to be my vision of what I hope happens when a doctor removes a benign cyst on my ovary, but the surgery is not until May. Then all casseroles welcome!