It was a red-hot day in June—a preview of summer’s sweltering attractions. I looked at my reflection as I made my way through the glass doors of the hospital. It was the day that I had been waiting nine months for and yet, strangely enough, I wondered if I was ready.
I stayed for a little while but it seemed as if it was not quite my time. So I headed back to the car, only to make a return trip to the hospital within a couple of hours.