I was a machinist while I waited. I needed to keep myself occupied. I needed to be able to focus on one particular thing while my thoughts were whirling and tumbling around in my head. I needed a challenge for the day and I needed the repetitive motion of needle in fabric, foot down, pedal, stitch a seam. Over and over again for as long as it took.
144 individual squares were sewn while I waited, and with each seam I sent out a positive, loving thought. Five and a half hours of waiting for the phone to ring. 330 minutes which felt like six weeks. The longest morning of my life.
And finally the call came, the operation a success and my husband, my best friend, my rock, my love, is well. Quadruple bypass heart surgery. Seventeen days since we were told he'd had a heart attack, straight into hospital almost 2 hours drive away, visiting every second day. Today I heard the wonderful news and tears spluttered out of me and every part of me ached. I had obviously held my body like a clenched fist for 17 days and this was the moment for releasing.
Hold those you love close to you.
Wishing you all a happy weekend.
I'm off to hold hands with my man ... all weekend.