When the doctors came and told them it was finally time to enter the operating room, Taylor embraced her mom tightly “I love you.” She whispered.
Her Mom simply smiled. She had told herself she would not say anything. She had sworn to herself she would not act like she was saying goodbye. She had to be positive. This was going to make her better. It had to. For them both. And with that, the doctors wheeled the bed away toward the theatre.
Taylor paced the corridors of the hospital for the coming hours. Finding different seats to sit on. Different coffee shops to call into. Bought a magazine to read to try to occupy her, but the words would simply not sink in. She kept looking at the time on her phone and felt that time passed so slowly for the first time. She hated this. It w
