Strength and Vulnerability
As many of you know I had a hysterectomy on 8/24/09. It was so hard, much harder than I thought it would be. I was so sure it would be no big deal and that's what I told everyone. For the first time in many, many years I found myself wanting my mother. I wanted someone other than my sons to take care of me. For just a little bit, I wanted someone else to be in charge and just be cared for. The morning of the surgery, after all the diarrhea and vomitting during the night, I was in a panic. I had to get it together. I took a xanax and pulled myself up. I couldn't show Sam how scared and upset I was and I didn't want anyone else to know. It was my boss doing the surgery. I got dressed and put on a necklace that a patient had given me. It was a cross and she had it blessed by the bishop before giving it to me. It made me feel better knowing that someone cared enough about me to get it blessed. For a brief moment itr was like having a mother with me. I was strong,...