I was 72 years old when I had hip surgery.
The doctors said the surgery went well, but that I would need rest, help, and someone to be with me for the first few days.
I called my daughter Laura from the hospital room.
I thought she’d come prepared.
It arrived, yes… but not as I imagined.
He stood by the door, looking at his watch, as if he were wasting time.
—without looking me in the eye—. I have a job, I have children, I have my life.
I don’t have time for a sick old woman.
Deal with the nurses.
I felt like I had been deprived of air.
I didn’t answer.
I just nodded.
That day was the first of  14 days completely alone.
