A Battle Won
It was hard seeing my father suffer, he was in so much pain. He seemed defeated. But he wasn’t. Just a few hours after the operation he stood and walked the hallway near his room. With allot of effort, allot of pain. You can see it in his face, that look I had never in my whole life seen before. You could see real physical pain. We tried to make his one day stay in the hospital as pleasant as possible. But it never is. Hospitals are cold and weary.
The next day in the afternoon I picked up my mom and dad from the hospital and drove them slowly, very, very slowly from Bayamón to Humacao. Clear across the north to south east of the island. Once home, he seemed happier. Still in a lot of pain especially sitting down. He quickly adjusted and ate his meals standing, he reclined on his chair and napped through movies and television series. He smiles. It’s a relief to see him smile.
Two weeks after the operation, he feels better. He still feels pain but he refuses to take medication. It is now his first week of work. He says, “I never thought I would lose the battle”. He says, “there is still things left”, referring to there is still pain. He says the pain goes away when he lies down. When he comes home from work he takes a nap to take away the pain. He has also been exercising and walking at least half an hour every day. He thinks it is helping him heal faster. He plans to increment his activity and lift weights soon.
Every time I visit I stay for a few days. Just to see how many times he smiles.