Cirgury...

This is the word that makes the hair on my arms stand up.
I feel unerved whenever I hear it, can't help it.
My mom has been through cirgury today. Uterus removal because of a little tumor. I know it was nothing dramatic, really but... the thought of blades and needles cutting through skin... stuff going in, stuff coming out... It's simply not natural to me... but nevertheless necessary.
I'm still shaking like a leaf and crazy worried about her although I've already seen her and she looks just fine.

Maybe all this derives from a previous "grandpa trauma"...


(photo- flickr)