| We spoke few words during our cab ride. We rode along as if it were a magic carpet ride taking us to the wonderland of cherished destiny. I'm not sure how Alice felt, but I imagined my journey to be strangely similar. After all, how bizarre is it that one can actually look forward to having their penis recycled into the form of a vagina/vulva? To me the whole process seemed like it came straight out of a fairy tale, and I'm sure to most people it's more akin to a nightmare. We eventually arrived at the hospital amidst the return of winter. The hospital is a small two story structure with only about two dozen rooms. We entered the hospital with our bags in tow and a renewed excitement. Dr. M�nard and Dr. Brassard have two rooms there just for SRS patients. We were told back at the residence that whomever receives the bed near the window always has the surgery first. We wondered who was going to be the lucky one with the bed next to the frosty window. BACK NEXT |
| Magic Carpet Ride Janet and I anxiously waited for the taxi to arrive. The snow was still coming down, fortunately the hospital was only fifteen minutes away. If that taxi had gotten stuck I was determined to trudge through whatever nature threw at me in order to find that hospital. We stood at the doorway saying our goodbyes when the taxi drove in. Tears welled in my eyes as I looked at Randy knowing that would be the last time I would see him. I confessed to him that he had been a shining light for me over the weekend. With glassy eyes he told me that he would always be a shining light for me. Those tears streamed down my face as we hugged tightly. I so wished he could be there when I got back from the hospital. I was going to miss him dearly. We loaded up the taxi and headed for the hospital. The whole scene was indeed surreal as the snow littered the highway on our short trip to the hospital. |