3 March 2012, Saturday, 8.00 a.m.
A nurse helped me wear the custom-made contraction stockings to ease blood circulation due to the scaring, long-hours surgery to be performed on me.
My heart was pounding extremely fast - worrying about the possible outcome of the surgery and fearing for the worst.
Two nurses came to bring me to the Operating Theatre. To me, they were like demons from Hell, dragging me to where I didn’t want to go. Hubby was not here yet.
At this very point, my eldest sis showed up behind the long curtain with the brightest smile I have ever seen in my life, bringing me hope and comfort. This was one very moment that stayed ever so clearly in my mind and that I would definitely bring along with me if I died. And then followed my mom and the other sister, too. They accompanied me all the way while the double-horn “devils” pushed me to the Operating Theatre.
As only two family members were allowed to go in to the waiting area of the Operating Theatre at one time, my sisters and mom took turns to come in to accompany me. For all my life, I could not find another moment that could express or describe the love we shared in a family other than this very morning. After awhile, my dearest hubby arrived.
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