mitu63
Aug 13, 2013
Writing Feedback / HARD TIMES; My little son's surgery [3]
My little son will die soon; every one denied it except me. I have always look at him with disappointment, and thinking about, is this boy really mine? I m so strong, but this baby is so weak. He inherits nothing except a restless eye. Doctors said to me that Illness was a rare disease which gave not a lot of time to patient. They told we have two ways. Living with a little chance or doing very dangerous surgery.
The Negative thought invading my mind. I hear a roaring noise in my head. Thinking about my son death and his burial is painful, it will be terrified for he.. How could I leave my son with worms alone? I wish I could keep him in his bed fore ever. I though if his living is not long lasting will he grow up in other word? Will he fall in love there?
I think I have reached an impasse. My family notifies me that I have not so much time it ,s going bad to worse. Seconds is valuable.
҉҉҉ ҉҉҉
I seat in doctors office, tears rolling down my cheeks, I asks the doctor, if this was your son, what would you do?
He replied: I would do surgery.
Do it ", I said."
My little son will die soon; every one denied it except me. I have always look at him with disappointment, and thinking about, is this boy really mine? I m so strong, but this baby is so weak. He inherits nothing except a restless eye. Doctors said to me that Illness was a rare disease which gave not a lot of time to patient. They told we have two ways. Living with a little chance or doing very dangerous surgery.
The Negative thought invading my mind. I hear a roaring noise in my head. Thinking about my son death and his burial is painful, it will be terrified for he.. How could I leave my son with worms alone? I wish I could keep him in his bed fore ever. I though if his living is not long lasting will he grow up in other word? Will he fall in love there?
I think I have reached an impasse. My family notifies me that I have not so much time it ,s going bad to worse. Seconds is valuable.
҉҉҉ ҉҉҉
I seat in doctors office, tears rolling down my cheeks, I asks the doctor, if this was your son, what would you do?
He replied: I would do surgery.
Do it ", I said."