Like women on an assembly line.

Today has been… a slightly different kind of day.

The shadow, just like in the book I’m writing, showed up again.
The shadow was operated on today. Samples taken. Inspected. Examined.
And yes… everything is OK. Everything is under control. Everything is good.
The shadow is not a shadow after today.

The time.

But it’s the time.
The waiting.
What you go through.
What you see.

The routine.

Because here, this is routine. Day in and day out. You arrive, you’re guided to a bed, you change clothes, and then you wait. And while you wait, life quietly lines up around you, almost like women on an assembly line, each with her own story, her own courage, her own silent thoughts.

The waiting twin.

Next to me sat a “waiting twin,” someone who had gone through almost the same thing. She was called in before me. Her bed rolled past mine. Behind the doors, procedures were explained, decisions confirmed, and then the operating room opened like a well-rehearsed theatre. Six people waiting, each with their role, calm and precise. No drama, just professionalism, and honestly better coordination than most corporate board meetings I’ve attended.

My turn.

Then suddenly, my turn.
The magazines nobody reads.
I sat down, picked up a few magazines, pretending to read, because let’s be honest, nobody actually reads those magazines. Minutes later I saw the patient before me being rolled back to recovery. A few more moments passed, and then I was with the doctor. And before I could even finish a proper Nordè overthinking session, I woke up somewhere completely different. An hour later. One floor up. New room. New ceiling. Same me.

Homeward.

Everything had gone well.
Now the only mission: stand up, walk out, and get home as quickly as possible, preferably before hospital coffee becomes a permanent life choice.

Gratitude.

I want to thank the incredible expertise and kindness I met at the Hospital in Vestfold. The warmth and care truly left a mark.
And at home, my youngest daughter had prepared everything for me, which honestly may have been the most powerful medicine of the day.

Love.

And to everyone who sent messages, called, and checked in, I am overwhelmed by the love shown today.
Truly. Thank you, thank you all.

Bubble hugs from Nordè

“This too shall pass.”