My nurse, Cindy is good at what she does... talking me down off of the mental ledge while I try and unsuccessfully hold in my tears back so I won't show on the outside what my heart fears on the inside. After 45 minutes of her telling me stories about herself, her experiences, her 11-year marriage with her husband and her love of her two children, my mind switches to encouraging her on what I wish I had done differently in my marriage to my girl's mother so it would have survived. My breathing slows, smiles begin to replace my heaving shoulders.
It's going to be a long day. Thank you, Cindy, for getting me off on the right foot.