I have our medical directives in my purse to be scanned into the hospital computers. We did them a few years ago and then they went into a file in the closet, high up on a shelf, but we are more aware of our mortality these days, of the importance of having our wishes stated and notarized.
Wednesday night I was so exhausted I felt turned inside out, and shaken. We had spent time at the hospital doing the pre-op check-in, and going to the urologist and then the drug store for prescriptions. Yesterday, we were here. I made chicken soup. It was a renewing day, a comforting day. I think we are prepared, as prepared perhaps as we are meant to be, as we never know what now unfolds.
We are meant to ride the waves. Today, we're in the curl.