Entertaining Angels: Angel in the Recovery Room, Part 2
by Marilynn Chadwick
The next day, I checked into the hospital. The surgery, we were told, could last up to four hours. But forty-five minutes into the operation, the surgeon called my husband for an immediate consultation. "Had they found something awful and simply closed Marilynn back up?" He feared the worst.
Meanwhile, I awakened groggy in the recovery room, with a man in a white lab coat peering over me. He had striking red hair and a very kind voice. "You did really well in surgery," he said gently, his face close to mine. "Your tubes are perfect," he added. I especially remember the…
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