How a mother stays, worrying about her daughter's spine, but she's too young to go under the knife, she must wait until her daughter gets, older, and, each day of waiting, last longer like years…translated…
"There's no need for you to book your appointment again", soon as the physician told me, tears came, flowing, out.
before the child is old enough to go "under the knife", this is the only thing that can be, done for the child's condition...photo from online
To get to the doctors in the southern districts, I'd, waken my daughter who's sound asleep. That was during the time when there was no internet, I'd read up on the magazines, that the orthopedic surgeon was excellent, he'd made a patient with a hunchback who'd slouched over for decades, to stand back up, straight again.
"My daughter is still, so very, young………" I'd watched the surgeon through my tears, but he'd pointed at the door, signaled me out. He'd plainly stated, "because of how young she is, that's why we need to take the precautionary, measures." "there are a lot of people waiting outside", seeing I wouldn't leave, he'd told his secretary to lead me outside.
The secretary told me, that just like the orthopedic surgeon and I, she also have two daughters, ages four and five, so she can, empathize with me, and, consoled with me, to wait until my daughter grows older, then, to come back, to sign up for the surgical procedures.
Time passes, my daughter leaned to the side even more. So tiny she was, she'd, wiped away, the large tear drops from my face, asked why I was, crying? I'd lowered my head to the magazine, with the folded pages, the handwriting, already, smeared.
Sometimes, I couldn't help, but pick up the phone, and dialed that secretary's number, pretended that I was her friend, asked her about how her daughter was doing, then, ranted incessantly about my own, worries. I'd, bought two sets of presents: the puzzles, the children's books for the Children's Day, and mailed them all to the secretary, and asked her to hand them to the surgeon, to show my worries.
Before my daughter went under the knife, for many, many years on end, I'd, continually, bugged that secretary, and, hypnotized myself, that I'm, this much, closer to, the orthopedic, surgeon.
And, this would be the mother, worrying about her daughter's conditions, but the child is too young, to go under the knife, and, the time in waiting, it'd, stressed the mother out, but there's, nothing she can do, she can only, wait, for her daughter, to age slowly, until she's, old enough, to have the surgery, performed on her.
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