How I Got Over My Fear of Hospitals
Nov 3 · 8 min read
On a warm August morning in 2012, five years before my daughter died, Ana and I walked into the ER of our small community hospital. On that balmy summer day, I was convinced that Ana’s appendix was about to burst.
We’d only had to wait about forty minutes before Ana was triaged and we were led to a curtain-enclosed room where they did an ultrasound of her abdomen. The cold gel made Ana giggle. They…


