By Godiva.CThere she is your first born daughter curled up in a ball shape quivering, choked up with tears reeling in pain. This is now the seventh trip to the hospital in a space of 2 days. ” We are sorry to tell you, or rather show you,” the nurse said her head sunken low with pure pity. As her daughter Angela’s bonnet was taken off; huge clumps of hair cascaded off her shoulders in slow motion. The horror spread across her face like an evil smile, as she buried her head into her pillow in an attempt to muffle her pained sobs. Your first born child, the apple of your eyes. You longed to help her, caress her and tell her everything was going to be okay, yet you couldn’t. You began to doubt your faith in that moment. You chuck your empty cup of coffee in the trash and trudge out of the room solemnly, only to hear the hush toned whispers of the doctors and nurses which caught your ear. ” Patient 347 only has 40 days left maximum, I am truly considering to bring up euthanasia because those 40 days are going be truly gruesome indeed.” I felt my soul split in two, my heart shattered like drumstick, my skin crawling with scorpions; the disbelief was evident on my face as the doctors covered their mouths apologetically.
