Showing posts with label the story of a boy courage faith hope love brain tumor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the story of a boy courage faith hope love brain tumor. Show all posts
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
DOT 18 : ACTOR
Daniel (7+ years old)
Saturday, November 9, 2002
Dad and Mom walked towards the light.
"That must be the consultation room," Dad said.
The door was ajar, and bright lights streamed out of the room into the dimly-lit reception area. It was after office hours on a Saturday afternoon.
The time was 4:30 pm. The neurosurgeon had very kindly made an exception to see us after his normal consultation hours.
At home earlier, two days ago on Thursday …
Dad said,
“I have the names of two doctors we could see.
Both are from Sunway Hospital.”
He held out a piece of paper with some scribbles on it. Mom took the paper and read their names out aloud.
Glancing slowly at Dad, Mom remarked doubtfully,
“Are You sure they are neurosurgeons? The first person sounds like a tailor,” Mom expressed uncertainly...
“and the second one,” she paused, “how sure are You he’s not a part-time actor or something?”
The first name had the word FOO, which means trousers in the Chinese dialect, and the second name was RICHARD-something.
Like - Gere?
“They are both very highly recommended,” drawled Dad in their defence, dismissing Mom’s childish comment.
The doctor God prepared to take care of You was somewhere out there.
He would soon give us a sign.
SOMEWHERE OUT THERE
By 4y old Kaitlyn Maher on America's Got Talent.
Click on the title to view video.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
DOT 8 : DROWSY
Daniel (7+ years old)
It’s only migraine...
Mom repeated unnecessarily.
Was it her imagination or did the sound of that word “migraine” sound unreal even to your mother’s own ears?
We collected our medication and went home. Your condition appeared stable at the hospital, and the doctor did not have any cause to suspect that something was amiss.
We were not aware that the naughty cell was taking a short break ...
At home, Mom put You to bed after sponging You and putting on some clean clothes on You. You were very tired and You slept immediately. The medication too could have made You a little drowsy.
Justine went to bed early that evening as well. The both of You shared a room at the time. Mom dimmed the lights, and just sat by your bedside, watching You both sleep. Dad came back late that night, planted a kiss on both of your foreheads.
The next day, You woke up with a bad headache. The pain had not lessened. By noon, You threw up again, violently, and before we could clean You up, yet another time.
Dad and Mom bundled You up and sped to Subang Jaya Medical Center. You were born there and your medical record was there.
We didn’t know where else to go.
At Genting Highlands. You were 4 and Justine 5 years old.
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