As I write this post, the breeze coming through the car window is cool this morning, but the sun warms my face as I wait and pray. I’ve been walking around the medical building that is bordered by bright spring flowers and tall trees. Walking and praying for my man. Somewhere inside that building, he’s getting ready for his second procedure. The nurses are asking him questions, prepping him, and rolling his gurney into the surgery area where they’ll inject his veins with a drug that heavily sedates him. And then the procedure will begin. If you are a new reader here, you may not know that my husband is partially paralyzed…