The long wait was over-fatiguing and draining. It was an endless battle of struggling to be brave, not just myself, but for others as well. Every minute and hour that had passed seemed like an eternity of never ending nervousness and worries, of self-condemnation and regret. The anxiety and the fear of the unknown was overpowering that has completely unsettled every part of my being.
I had been pacing back and forth at the operating room's hallway for God knows how many times already since the time I arrived, waiting anxiously and keeping the faith alive within me. I could feel the muscles from my legs aching and demanding for rest, but I couldn't stop myself from settling down and sitting.
