Its not easy to describe what its like sitting alone in a children’s hospital family waiting area while your son is approaching his 8th hour in surgery. Other families come and go, relieved that their little ones are doing well. Maybe it was ear tubes or tonsils out. I am happy for them.
The big double doors leading from the OR clack open loudly and heads turn to look; hoping it’s OUR nurse or surgeon with good news or at least an update.
Until it is “yours”, it pretty much sucks.