The anesthesiologist comes in. He asks the questions you know by heart. You run through the list of prior surgeries and procedures and sense for a moment a look of sadness in his eyes. He knows women like you. Mothers like you. They are all the same, listing like groceries, their child’s procedures. G-tube placement, endoscopy, colonoscopy, blood transfusions. Milk, bacon, bread. Zenpep, Pulmozyme, Albuterol. Just a list. Just groceries. Sad groceries. Required to live.