Excited cannot begin to express how we felt as we entered the doctor’s office that day. It’s always special for a momma to feel her baby move inside her pregnant belly, but it’s a different kind of special for the expecting couple to see their little growing “peanut” on the sonogram screen. We followed the nurse into the exam room, traded my street clothes for the disposable paper gown she offered, and waited for my doctor to enter. When he did, he was all smiles as usual. I liked him. His positive attitude always put me at ease, and made it feel less like a doctor’s visit and more like catching up with a friend.
We sat side by side waiting for our names to be called. My right hand held his left, and rested on his left thigh. I glanced in his direction, but he was distracted—looking at the clock for the third time in five minutes. Waiting to see the doctor on chemotherapy days was never fun, but especially when we waited to hear lab results to know if the poisonous torture was making a difference. [more]
The day was wide open before me. I had a long list of things I hoped to accomplish on my one day off that didn’t include a doctor’s appointment, chemotherapy infusion, patients to see in my office, track practice or meet, church committee meeting, or meet up with one of the women I mentor. I was excited with anticipation of all I could get done. [more]
In the dark of night, security called to warn that an intruder had entered our premises. I remained calm and fully expecting to hear it was a false alarm. When the phone rang a second time to alert me that police were on their way, the potential for harm and for loss became very real. [more]
My husband’s frustration was palpable. He paced around the office, muttering under his breath to no one in particular. “I don’t get it. It makes no sense,” he spewed as he walked past me. Honestly, I couldn’t have agreed with him more. [more]
“Mom, what do you want for Christmas this year?” Answers to that question didn’t come as readily to me as they did to the younger generation in our home. I told him I’d need some time to think that over before I could give him a response. [more]