Doing the work

She’s back there now.   In the exam room.  I’m in the waiting room snapping my worry band. 

I’m supposed to be there too but she’s fine … or not. I didn’t push it because I was present 7/25 for the tests.  Sonographer let it slip that today could be just a formality.  

That gives Lulu courage to go in alone.  

I wish she didn’t think she had to spare me.  She’s always been that way. Tough despite fragility. Perfectly flawed.  Human.  Just like the rest of us.  

As always, more to come.