us and had me lay down so she could do some paperwork which took about
45 minutes. Then, two people, I think, dressed in green and masks covering
their faces came in. Mommy and Daddy started to cry and handed me over to
them. This happened so quickly. I would have objected but I knew I had to get
better. From here, my Mommy and Daddy will have to tell the story. I am
going to be gone for a little while‐‐sleeping they say. Mommy, Daddy... I love
you‐‐Pray for me and I will pray for you. Bye For now...
...As we watched our precious child be carried away because he was small
enough not to need a transport bed, our tears poured out like rain. So many
unknowns and nothing you can do‐‐but pray and cry.
They ushered us to a waiting room and after awhile we were able to meet
with Joseph's surgeon, Dr. Reddy.
We were ever so glad to meet him. Our tears had
slowed down for a bit. He asked us if we had any questions, which is nice of
him. Even though both Joseph's Mom and I have a college education, well
cultured and versed, one is never ready for the unknown. How do you ask
questions if you never experienced it before? We are finding nothing is text
book for we sure did research online and asking questions and nothing