Yesterday was a trip down memory lane again as I returned to Cork Hospital for scope and scans. Anne, the beloved, drove us through the illuminated countryside lit by a fiercely yellow winter sun. The odd valley held a pillow of mist that gave a haunted feel to the bare trees. It had the feel of the first morning of creation as we prayed remembering those that were on various journeys of self discovery and disclosure this day.
The scope was satisfactory to the surgeon and he will have the results of the scans late next week. The encouragement and support I got from the staff was heart felt and the tension the body absorbs in revisiting a hospital again is easy to deal with with awareness.