There is something all too familiar about this room. Even with the remodeling that that have done it is like an old acquaintance. Not a friend, not by any means. But this visage of being known… The kind that makes you feel uncomfortable, reverberating through the walls.
I never thought that I would be on a first name basis with so many doctors in surgery. It never occurred to me that I would recognize the nurses, doctors, and various specialists roaming the halls in these early morning hours.
I would go back there with my daughter if I could. I would hold her, even just her hand, while she drifted off into the medically induced sleep. I would be there the moment she opened her eyes.

If I could.

I AM A CRANIO DAD, I am scared out of my mind………