I Asked My Family To Pick Me Up From The Airport After I’d Had Risky Surgery, But They Refused. I just replied, ‘OK!’
The flight lands at 1:00 p.m. Can someone pick me up? I stared at my phone, the group text to my family hanging in digital silence for longer than it should have. My hand trembled slightly. Whether from the medication or the anxiety, I couldn’t tell anymore. The Cleveland airport bustled around me, travelers rushing…