Thursday, April 28, 2011
I'm watching the Rachel Ray show while sitting in the waiting room at Saint Joseph's East in Lexington. The waiting room is very large and not at all as cumbersome as the closet-like waiting room that I last sat in when Jimmy had his lung biopsies done in Richmond. There are many people talking but there is one man whose voice is dominant above the rest and I can hear him telling stories of death to other members of his family sitting around him and I'm now thinking that he must just be a close friend of the family. Thank goodness he is now getting up and saying his goodbye's because right now I don't want to hear anymore about death, and especially not now, at this moment, while waiting for Jimmy to be prepped to have his pacemaker put in.