I Woke Up From Surgery Alone And Learned My Children Had Been Left On A Porch

that evening. The surgical site pulled sharply on every left turn. The discharge paperwork said do not drive in bold letters at the top of the second page. I drove anyway, because Oliver and Sophie were waiting at Margaret’s house, and I had to go get them, and there was genuinely no one else who could.

There’s a particular kind of alone that doesn’t continue reading …