Love Will Guide Me

On my nightstand is a book describing the benefits of giving baby massages. Supposedly, my gentle touches on her skin would be like tender words spoken into her ears. The cover is soft pink and gray, and the baby on it has bright blue eyes and a rosebud for lips. I also have a bookContinue reading “Love Will Guide Me”

A Dose of Joy

At my first surgery about 12 years ago, I informed my doctor and then, later, the anesthesiologist, that I was afraid of anesthesia awareness.  (I had watched an old Oprah episode about this, where one of the guests described feeling the hot blade of a knife cutting into her abdomen during her surgery.)  The anesthesiologistContinue reading “A Dose of Joy”