Brunch, saleswoman and checking in

Becky and I went on a brunch date and were grateful we had a beautiful day to do so. Stacks in Menlo Park was our destination.  Becky had the blueberry germ pancake while I had the chili cheese fries.  Some may say that is typical Becky eating healthy or typical Zack eating carelessly.  I say neither, because we shared :)

We had half an hour to go until we needed to be at the hospital.  We decided to go for a stroll to kill the time.  On our walk some women approached Becky with some plastic bags in hand and started a sales pitch.  You could instantly see who the ringleader was.  She salivated from the mouth like a dog for a steak because she saw the opportunity to make a sale.  The other two sat there in jealousy of the leader's boldness. I proceeded to roll my eyes and started looking at my phone hoping that by the time I looked up they would be gone.  The woman went on about minerals this, these brushes have that, this is how much of a discount you get when you buy right now.  Suddenly Becky looked at me as if she were a child who never received a gift.  I gave a smile back and said sure, in my most content face.  Becky then wrote them a check.  The girl who wrote down the order was a nervous wreck but eventually gave Becky her receipt.  After Becky got her makeup bag she glowed like a beautiful afternoon sun which was a good enough reason to get the makeup.

Getting admitted to the hospital is a lot like checking into a hotel.  Actually, I have had a more pleasant experience checking into hospitals than some hotels.  After about an hour and a half of unpacking we are settled in for what seems like will be a marathon.  Ups and downs with good and hard times ahead. We've prepared for months mentally, physically and spiritually.  If there is anyone ready to go through this Becky is.