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Jay was talking to another man in the waiting room. His name was Dave and
he was the husband of Ruth. Ruth was a bit older then I was. Apparently
she was already in surgery.

I'd finished my conversation and then jumped into the conversation with Jay
and his friend. We all had a nice conversation. Jay said that they had started
talking after Jay commented on Dave’s fabulous shirt he was
wearing. Dave told us how much he loved that shirt, because his loving wife,
Ruth, made it for him. I just loved Dave. He spoke about his wife, the way I
would want my sweet heart to speak of me. I instantly connected with him.

Finally, the nurse called my name. I looked over at mom and Jay to tell them
that I’d have the nurse come get them when they could. Then I said goodbye
to Dave. He gave me a look of hope that I’d be ok. It made me feel good.

Through the swing doors, I disappeared. The nurse lead me to my bed. The
narrow long room was filled with about 15 medical beds, on the right side, all
separated by curtains. There were patience in every bed. As I passed them,
I wondered what they were recovering from. Did they have the same
thing? They all had patches on their eyes.

I remember a handsome black fellow laying down. He had a patch on his
eye. He’d obviously been through some sort of eye surgery. As I passed, he
smiled warmly. I felt he was telling me that all would be fine. It gave me
comfort.

The nurse led me down to the 7 bed and had me sit down. She had me
change my clothes into the necessary medical clothes. I then laid down on
the bed. Several nurses and other medical staff came in, over the next hour,
to prepare me for the procedure. One nurse came in to do my vitals, another
came in to put the IV in. There was another gal that ask me some additional
questions regarding my medical health. All seemed normal and fine. I was in
the process. Jay was with me at this point, then mom came in. We were all
together.

After waiting a long time, I could hear the lady next to me, in room 6. She was
nervous. She was talking to her husband about the process and had
questions about what was going to take place. I could tell, by the questions
she had, she was having a similar producer.