Thursday, June 18, 2015 I looked gingerly down at my cell phone at a text from my husband; he was informing me of the status of his arrival. “I am downstairs,” he said. I replied back, letting him know I was on my way. Ms. Dot and I took one more pass around the room to make sure nothing was left behind.  “Do you have your phone charger?” she asked.  “Yes, ma’am,” I replied. The room with its tiled floors and contemporary furnishings was reminiscent of a hotel suite, outside of the big white elephant in the middle of the room a hospital bed. My phone vibrated again informing me I had…