Some days, I just wished that Pedro could have stayed in the hospital for a few more months. And this made me feel terribly guilty. I wanted him home, where I could attend to his every need and ensure that he gained weight and made progress—and most of all where… Read more“Rest”
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Faint
The doors of the hospital whooshed open and I nodded at Pedro’s intern who headed out as I headed in. She smiled and stopped to chat. “That was quite the experience last night, wasn’t it?” I nodded numbly. Pedro had started convulsing just hours after receiving his first chemotherapy treatment… Read more“Faint”
