I draw when I’m in waiting rooms.
These days I’m drawing adventures in the medical wonderland.
I’m sure some of you know the vocabulary that I’m just now learning. Post surgery life does not sound like fun. I don’t like sentences that contain words like drains, valves, and special shirts. Not sparkly unicorn special. Good-for-incisions-and-drains special.
You just don’t know where life is going to take you.
I clicked “like” but don’t like the thought of you having pain and drains and weird shirts. I wish for you everything that as comforting and wonderful as the softest rabbit fur on your cheek, the touch of your son’s hand in yours and humor with your hope. xoxo