Seeing my mother hooked up to so many machines was devastating, even asleep, she looked exhausted and her face was so pale that it was almost blue. I walked over and took one of her hands in mine, it felt like I was holding a block of ice.
“The doctor took her for tests yesterday to try and find out what’s causing this”, my father whispered, sitting in a chair on the opposite side of her bed. “When will they have the results?”, I asked. This woman, once so full of life, so full of love, was a shadow of herself. Even though she had been quite harsh with me the last time I saw her, she was still my mother, still the woman who carried and gave birth to me, raised me as best she could.
“They were expecting the results today but I haven’t seen the doctor yet so I’m not sure.”
I sat
