Friday, July 3, 2009
A long night 6-22-09
We were admitted to the hospital and had our room about 9pm. Yousuf was wondering when we were going to stop torturing him and finally go home. I told him we would be sleeping in the hospital for a while. Abu Yousuf went home about 11pm with Omar and I stayed and slept next to Yousuf in his bed...well maybe only 30-40 minutes total of sleep the whole night. The whole night was blood and platelet transfusions, antibiotics and constant pricking of the fingers. Just when Yousuf would fall asleep and relax he would be woken up by some other torturous act. I cried only when he slept thinking about how I did not know how sick Yousuf was. I remember sitting in the dark hospital room all alone waiting at any moment to wake up from this nightmare...because I was sure that's all this was ..a very bad dream. I remember the nurse that night. She was very pretty with very shiny lip gloss offering her shoulder to cry on or if I had any questions at all. Of course I had a ton of questions but didn't know if they were even necessary to ask since I know this was all about to fade away by an alarm clock. The world around me didn't feel real at all. I just laid there awake repeating the words in my head, "My son has cancer."