I am placed in a room. I kept looking at the clock. I had my rosary but I did not know how to pray it. I just held on to it and felt comforted. The clock was going by so slow. But I knew that at 6AM, Dr. Retsagi and Dr. Lim would come to see me. I had to look great even with the pain of my stiff and throbbing neck, the lightheadedness, and the soar throat. I sneezed and felt as if my head had come apart. I look at the mirror and see the scar, as well as the blood dripping from the drainage. I use the bathroom and need assistance so I have to call and wait for the nurse. It isn’t until moments like this that we realize how badly we need one another. The circulation device on my legs annoys me because of the constant beeping sound it makes. At 5AM the nurse finally removes them. I did not sleep a wink so I sit on the chair reading the magazines my coworkers had blessed me with. I fight the pain and the lack of comfort it takes to sit up this way. Dr. Retsagi says I will be sent home soon since he sees me so well. But Dr. Lim gives different orders. My calcium level is still low and I cannot leave until the liquid has drained from the scar. At 9AM I find my cell phone and look at my messages. I am annoyed I can’t speak and people take so long to text me back. My friends come in at about 12PM and all I want to do is chat with them, but it hurts to. I force myself to eat the gross hospital food, and drink my medicine. Despite my hate for milk, I drink it, number one source of calcium! My family comes in at about 3PM and at 5PM after my last check up they determine I can go home. I have to be on calcium supplements for life. My family tells the story of my father, nervous, passing gas, my boyfriend pacing back and forth in the family waiting room, surgery took longer than expected. They love me. Dr. Lim had told them I had more cancerous nodules she needed to remove. I pray she got it all. Now there is more waiting to do.