Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Friday: On Friday, on our way to the hospital my dad made mention that the ventilator had been increased. How could that be? Just yesterday they told us that my mum was doing so well. Dad said that the doctor had no idea what was happening. I seemed to have lost all senses.
And as if by magic, I suddenly felt exhausted – physically and emotionally. For the entire week, all three of us were running on pure adrenaline.
Arriving at the hospital, I didn’t walk in with my dad and brother. Instead I rushed upstairs to my mother. Practically running in, I saw her sitting up in bed. Minus the ventilator. (I have tears in my eyes now, as writing this is forcing me to relive that day.)
My dad walked in behind me – smiling and telling the nurse who was there that he tricked me.
“What? Mummy’s going to be fine??!?!"
I grabbed my mum’s head and kissed her face as tears streamed down my cheeks. I walked straight out to my Aunty Aurora and sobbed on her shoulder. “My mother is going to be ok…!”