Arriving at the hospital, there's a sense of fear and panic almost, as families are frustrated at the marathon they have to run just to get a parking spot and get into the hospital. The construction causes a slight catastrophe for parking. Not only physically, but also emotionally, since the beams aren't strong enough to hold the 3-ton/car 500 car parking garage. Super safe, I know. If the first parking garage is full, you have to go to the second one, and if that is the case, you have to take elevator one to floor D, then that elevator transfers to the second elevator, where you can connect to the hospital on floor B. Then you have to walk through the Heart and Vascular center to the West Elevators, but you have to go to the East Elevators because the West Elevators are out of order due to construction. But on your way, you have to remember to get parking to validate your time in the garage; otherwise it is $32.00. Then you take the East Elevators to the 6th floor and walk back across the hospital to the West Side, and finally on to 6West Neuro. By this time, in the humid, Southern Virginia heat, you're sweating. But you sit down, with your BoJo from Bodo's Bagels, which has now spilled all over you due to the trans-elevator journey you've taken. Sweat dripping from your brow, you decide to turn your phone on vibrate, so as not to disturb your family member's roommate, since they have double occupancy beds only to realize the phone is in the car. DAMN!
Mom's surgery went well, she's resting at this point and doing just fine.
Some times people try to knock it out of me, but I believe in music the way some people believe in fairy tales. Maybe the notes I hear, are the same ones they heard, the night they met. Maybe that's how they found each other. Maybe that's how they will find me. I believe that once upon a time, long ago. They heard the music and followed it. " -August Rush
Photo Blog Introduction...
I'm going to share with you a picture a day, that summarizes one of the most exciting adventures from that day. It could be something that happened to me, something that I witnessed, or something that keeps me asking more questions about my faith and love in a God that is beautiful and powerful. I am going to share it with each of you, in hopes that you can share the memories and moments with me on this Journey. Inspired by, Hebrews 12:1.

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