I really want to start writing uplifting posts about my daughter, but the opportunity just hasn't arisen. I talked to my daughter today, but my heart is even more barren than before. I’ve been calling my daughter at the weekly time, with the
assumption that she probably won’t answer, but this week was a bit different.
On Monday, I texted to tell her I couldn’t call at the regular time on Tuesday because
I was having a colonoscopy and an endoscopy, but if there was a time later in
the week, I could call then.
Would you believe she responded? She said she also had a
doctor’s appointment for back pain, so Wednesday would work. My initial thought
went to the dark side—going to a doctor for pain medication? Oh, god, no. But I
tried not to take it any further. She sent one or two snarky texts about the colonoscopy,
but I left her hanging on the last one.
My procedure went well, but I don’t feel so great today. I’m
tired from yesterday, and I feel a tightness in my chest, probably from the
tube in my throat. I worked from home just in case, so it was easy to make that
phone call this afternoon.
