A tube was pushed through my chest into my lungs to drain the fluid that was in them. It was the most painful and scary experience so far because I could not breathe for what felt like forever.
I’m not too sure what happened after that. Everything from then seems to be a fading from my memory, but I do remember hearing news that my operation was going to occur the next day.
How my mother sorted herself out I am not too sure. She did have contact with a friend by then.Whom was there for her and she found a place to stay. it was near the hospital and they brought her to and from the hospital when she needed.
My next memory starts when I was taken out of the operating theatre; I woke up to the sound of my mom’s voice and saw her smiling face.
It still wasn’t clear to me where I was or what had happened but the first words that came out of my mouth were,
‘mom, I’m hungry….’
then she knew, I was okay.