Tuesday, November 5, 2002
“Everything’s going to be okay, Son,” Mom smiled brightly.
We were in the ward. You had slept well the night before, whilst Mom was on the companion bed, tossing and turning,
feeling all numb and cold inside.
Dad and Justine arrived later in the morning.
Your sister was very upset when she saw all the tubes on You. It really was difficult for her to see You in that condition, but You were quick to distract her.
"Justine, look!"
"Justine, look!"
You said cheerfully, proudly showing off two plasters, one on each arm. The nurse had difficulty finding your vein the day before to set the drip, and Mom had firmly insisted for the neurosurgeon himself to attend to You.
The drip was set on your third jab, by the doctor.
The drip was set on your third jab, by the doctor.
Justine's earlier distress quickly turned into fascination, and soon she was climbing up your bed to lie down beside You to watch the cartoon channel.
The doctor came to see you a while later.
The doctor came to see you a while later.
“How are you, Daniel?” he asked with a smile.
You said, “Okay.”
The next question, “Any more pains?”
You replied simply, “No.”
To which the doctor said, “Very good.”
The doctor turned to Dad and Mom, before commenting that You were doing very well. We followed the doctor out of the room, closing the door behind us.
Best buddies forever ... <3
