Visitors and cards

I had no idea how many friends and acquaintances I had. Within a week I had an entire wall in my room covered with cards and best wishes. In the beginning of my recovery many people stopped by to to see how I was doing, unfortunately I don't remember much about what they might have said to me. I remember my dad telling me about a woman, a friend of my Aunt who wanted to perform a ritual of some kind over me. To this day, I'm not sure what that was going to be, but I think it was to be some chant with the waving of arms and praying over me. My father said he could only imagine me waking up and seeing this woman waving her arms and chanting something over me and how I might react to that and told her that would not be a good idea. I thanked him for his insight and I can only imagine what I might have thought upon waking up and opening my eyes, and seeing this woman doing whatever she had a mind to do. I'm glad I missed the ritual.