I sat on the toilet – my legs dangling a couple feet from the ground. Tears welled up in my eyes.
“Mom, I’m scared.” She took her fingers and brushed my bangs out of my teary eyes.
“Will you pray with me Mom?”
I held her hand and she asked the universe to protect me. To give me strength.
“It’s all going to be okay, Jen. You’re such a brave girl.”
There was something about Mom that always guided me to a higher state of mind and sense of peace. She was always giving me lessons about using “mind over matter” and her strength dove right into my bones.
When I was calm and ready, she walked me back to where the procedure was going to take place. I leaned back and held her hand in a death grip. Dr. Slayback brought out what seemed to me a monstrous needle. I began to panic inside and did my best to hide it.
“Just close your eyes,” Mom suggested. I leaned back and followed her instructions.