The waiting room of memories..

So, a young friend is scheduled for surgery at the cancer center next week .  He doesn’t have cancer, but the surgeon who is doing the procedure works all ends of the hospital and it appears this is where a surgical suite was available, so that adds a little more impact to the day.

It’s back to the belly of the beast.  Back to a familiar waiting room.  Back.

And I’m not alone.  While my friend is having his surgery, his Mom will be sitting in the same waiting area.  This place is familiar to her too. Her husband had many procedures behind those big, heavy doors.  Leukemia is a demanding blood cancer.

Just when you think you’re finished walking certain floors of the cancer center or sitting in certain chairs in certain waiting rooms, something totally unrelated to cancer pulls you back to memory lane.

This should be an easy surgery.  He’s young and healthy and his incision should heal quickly.

It’s the other wounds, from years ago that I’m not so sure about.