“Mom, why are you taking a picture of your arm?”, my daughter asked.  I was sitting on the couch capturing a photo of the huge bruise on my arm.  My arm was black and blue from an unexpected surgery I had gone through the week before.  ” It will help me as I recover emotionally to remember that I have gone through this surgery,” I tried to explain.  I knew, that soon the bruises would fade, but the emotional pain and heartache I (and my family) had gone through would last much longer. [Read more…]