Tomorrow I turn in my 91-word memoir. I wrote about five of these. The goal was to include a meaningful moment with humor and wit. I'm not sure if I have conveyed any humor, but I think there may be a little wit. It is hard to include so much into such few words. I'll look at it again one more time tomorrow to revise, but here it is so far:
Field Trip
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.
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