Hello everyone... All lives are equally important, whether human or animal. And every mother inherently possesses love and concern for her children. When their children are sick, the one who suffers the most is the mother, who can't alleviate her pain in any way except by staying close and offering encouragement, comforting them until the pain subsides. Our family is one of those families where a daughter was born with a chronic condition, heart disease. We are holding onto the hope that one day our daughter will receive treatment from doctors and regain her health. No matter how many times the doctor scheduled an appointment or how far the journey, we never hesitated. We always went as scheduled, and this time was no different. Unfortunately, my daughter developed a cough shortly after my mother-in-law's funeral. But when the doctor scheduled an appointment, we had to go on time. This time, since my mother-in-law wasn't home, we had to take my eldest daughter with us.
Upon arriving at the heart hospital, my husband found a parking spot while I and the children went to the counter to register for a queue number and pay. Soon, we were escorted upstairs to the pediatric cardiology department. After presenting our queue numbers, we sat down to wait, but it was very cold inside, so we decided to wait outside.
My youngest daughter seems very cheerful and normal, but actually, the doctor recently checked her heart and found it to be enlarged. This time, I think we'll hear good news from the doctor about when my daughter will have heart surgery. We didn't have to wait long today. While waiting, we ate snacks, played on our phones, and chatted. Even though we were sad and thinking about my mother-in-law who recently passed away, and life feels like it's been very difficult lately, it hasn't discouraged us in the slightest.
It was our turn to go in for the check-up. The doctor explained and advised that my daughter was actually scheduled for heart surgery at the end of this month, but because she had a cough and they were worried about infection, the appointment had been postponed. Before we went home, the doctor had my daughter have another heart X-ray to see how much the size of her heart had changed. Once all the results were ready, the doctor said they would call again in about a month and a half. In the meantime, we have to take good care of my daughter, try to help her recover as quickly as possible so she can resume her treatment.
And I believe many others have different hopes. My family, however, only hopes that our child will be healthy, cheerful, and happy in the days to come. That's my story for today. Thank you to everyone who stopped by to read this article. Thank you for your continued support and followings. Goodbye, friends!
