Today I sat in a chair I don’t usually sit in.

Hospitals and surgery centers have a strange smell to them. Not bad exactly… just familiar. Clean in a way that somehow still carries worry in the air. The kind of place where everyone speaks softer and smiles just a little more than normal.

Tim had a minor procedure today.

Minor.

Such a funny word. I’ve had enough surgeries in my life to know there is nothing minor about being the one in the gown. You still sign papers. You still surrender your clothe...