We stumbled putting on scrubs, hairnets, and booties. Mom was recovering from surgery as the surgeon beckoned us to go behind the scenes. It felt like we were finally freed from a time-out. We entered once all parts were contained. Sitting in the middle of the room was something like a massage chair, only the apparatus was used to hold mom during her brain surgery. It emitted a chill that traveled through me. Perhaps it was the cooler temperature, or maybe the vision I had of mom sitting there.
Today's picture shows mom before her surgery.