First thing in the morning, I was shocked to hear my father saying upon the arrival of my mother and me at his hospital suite.
According to him, the operation yesterday was a failure.
The doctor didn’t make a success and stopped half way, therefore it took
only one and a half hours instead of 2-4 hours as anticipated earlier.
He didn’t hear the doctor and the nurses say “successful”, but it was very quiet after the operation. So my father made up a story that his cancer still stayed with him and he would die.
My mother and I were stunned with his story and regretted about the operation for a moment, but the next moment recalled what happened yesterday, and made sure that he was wrong.
I explained.
According to him, the operation yesterday was a failure.
The doctor didn’t make a success and stopped half way, therefore it took
only one and a half hours instead of 2-4 hours as anticipated earlier.He didn’t hear the doctor and the nurses say “successful”, but it was very quiet after the operation. So my father made up a story that his cancer still stayed with him and he would die.
My mother and I were stunned with his story and regretted about the operation for a moment, but the next moment recalled what happened yesterday, and made sure that he was wrong.
I explained.
I drew a sketch of the cancer extracted from his body and how it looked like. I stressed how confident the doctor behaved after the operation, how relieved we all felt.
My uncle came later. With clear evidence that I and my uncle didn’t make any pre-arrangement, my father began to believe us. He started to melt. He slowly began to think what he created was not always as convincing as what others did.
Eventually he was convinced.
Later, he listened to the doctor’s confirmation of how successful the operation had been, and that removed his illusion.
He was okay.
Just that he was not too sure between the statement under anesthesia and dream, between the moment and the past.
Then, came to the afternoon.
When we arrived at the hospital, he was not around.
My uncle came later. With clear evidence that I and my uncle didn’t make any pre-arrangement, my father began to believe us. He started to melt. He slowly began to think what he created was not always as convincing as what others did.
Eventually he was convinced.
Later, he listened to the doctor’s confirmation of how successful the operation had been, and that removed his illusion.
He was okay.
Just that he was not too sure between the statement under anesthesia and dream, between the moment and the past.
Then, came to the afternoon.
When we arrived at the hospital, he was not around.
Apparently, he went up to the optical department after complaining poor vision and ear pain.
What a happening!
He came back after a long, and he now said that it had been so awful.
He received laser beam treatment to let excess water in his left eye ball out from it, otherwise he would have gone blind. It seems it would sometimes happen to ESP (endoscope) patients. He will receive the same treatment for his right eye during his stay in the hospital.
What an event in a day!
A lot of things would happen when you are old.
The photograph shows how a Japanese hospital is like today.
It's almost good.
There is a courtyard.
There is a lawn garden.
There is the beautiful moon.
I think I still like Japan.
He came back after a long, and he now said that it had been so awful.
He received laser beam treatment to let excess water in his left eye ball out from it, otherwise he would have gone blind. It seems it would sometimes happen to ESP (endoscope) patients. He will receive the same treatment for his right eye during his stay in the hospital.
What an event in a day!
A lot of things would happen when you are old.
The photograph shows how a Japanese hospital is like today.
It's almost good.
There is a courtyard.
There is a lawn garden.
There is the beautiful moon.
I think I still like Japan.
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