I stared at Mom, holding her hands, not wanting to let go. The doctor just called and the nurses told me that the transplant will push through as scheduled.
I smiled at my frail mother. She’s on bed, unconscious with a breathing support connected on her mouth, numerous contraptions and several machines connected to her.
“We’re going to make it happen now, Mom,” I told her.
How I wish she could open her eyes now and let me know that it will all be alright. I wanted to see the reassurance from her eyes that she can make it. I know she will but I wanted to see it. It would boost all the positivity I have with me.
I wiped a tear that fell down. I just can’t help but cry. I don’t know why I’m crying though. She’s about to get the treatment she need. Someone donated for her surgery cost.
