18 months
18 months ago I was sitting in the hospital waiting for the surgery to be done. It was only supposed to take maybe 4 or 5 hours. Yet I was still waiting there in the room and it was 7 hours later. I think I knew. I didn't want to believe it, but I knew. I had this eery feeling all night. I was sick to my stomach. Was it because I was 6 months pregnant? Or was it because I had some kind of idea I was going to become a widow at the young age of 35. I didn't know. I look back now and I should have prepared myself more. I think I kept too much of a positive attitude. Not only for Patrick to be happy, but because I am not sure I wanted to "know" everything that was going on. I know people kept a lot from me. Family, friends and the doctors. I get it. They didn't want me to end up in the hospital, too. I would at some point like to know what really happened. What were the conversations people...