I am sitting here watching my oldest (man)child sleep. In 30 minutes, he will be wheeled out of here and undergoing fours plus hours of gut-wrenching surgery. It's the second one in 2 years...he's a pro at this...stoic and brave in the face of the known agony that will soon be visited upon him. I wish I could have his warrior's heart...but I gave mine to him when I first learned of his existance.
I am here alone with nothing but the hum of the air conditioner, hushed voices outside the room, and a chorus of mucousy, gargley coughs from another room (God but it's al I can do not to puke from that sound alone...forget the nerves) punctuated by cries of pain or delerium.
I would do anything to trade places with him.
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