Daniel (7+ years old)
Wednesday, November 6, 2002
At home ...
You went straight to your toy cabinet.
You were excited to be home. Justine and You were soon busy constructing a railway track with your Lego train set, both of you sprawled happily on the carpet, and playing together.
Dad went straight to the kitchen and made himself a cup of strong coffee.
Seated himself before the computer, Dad spent many hours researching and researching some more for information on the naughty cell, the symptoms, the treatments, the prognosis etc.
It was past midnight, when Mom asked Dad,
“So, what have You found?”
Dad’s expression was one of sheer grimness.
He gave Mom a weary look and said nothing.
Peering over Dad’s shoulders, Mom pointed to the bold heading that was on the computer screen at that moment, and read aloud,
“Survival Rate of ...”
Dad immediately intercepted, bringing up his hands to shield the screen.
Dad said, “Don’t read...”
Mom began to protest, and tried to move Dad's hands away from the screen.
Refusing to budge, Dad repeated firmly,
“Don’t - read - this!”
Listen up Bro ... so here's the plan ...
Any way the wind blows, we're gonna be okay ...
