because she thought, “If I just touch his clothes, I will be healed.”
- Mark 5:28
Yesterday, we left as the sun was rising. My wife had “revision” surgery scheduled. It was to be a cleaning of her graft, removing the clots that blocked blood flow, so that they could use IV needles to do the dialysis and take the catheters out of her chest.
That was supposed to happen one year ago today when she got her fistula that later failed.
She was prepped and had seen all the doctors and signed all the papers by early morning. Then we waited … and waited … and waited.
Finally, a nurse came in about lunchtime and handed me three apology cards. One was a gift card for money off a fountain drink in their cafeteria, another for money off a meal in the cafeteria, (the meal ended up costing 22 cents.)…
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