Rafa
Those were the worst thirty-five days of my life. My pants are too loose on the waist, so, when I look at myself in the mirror, I realize how my muscles have shrunk, making my once perfectly fit T-shirts now look larger. Those dark circle around my eyes are still there, but at least there’s no hind of beard anymore. That doesn’t bother me though. After thirty-five days, six hours and forty-three minutes, I can finally take Malu home.
Thanks God the transplant went fine, but she had to stay in hospital as part of the treatment. During this time, dr. Danilo thought to be best that I didn’t stay at the hospital full time. She was too frail, her immune system is too weak and the risk of infection is too high. But I came by to see her every day, since visitors were allowed in an organize
