The day my mother apologized to me for having cancer
I developed cancer (osteosarcoma) when I was 10 years old (3rd grade).
That day, I was notified of cancer.
The doctor in charge explained each word carefully with a very rugged expression.
My mother, who was listening to the explanation next to me, suddenly burst into tears.
I have never seen such a mother.
I’ve only seen mothers with a bullish and positive personality all the time.
Suddenly, I think I was upset.
The crying mother fell from her chair to the floor and was still explained by her doctor (the director of this hospital and later my surgeon) about how to treat her.
I must not have been the only one who felt the courage and strength in the teacher’s facial expression.
The medical staff who witnessed the event must have felt that way.
He explained to us that in modern medicine, the only way to save my life is to amputate my right leg, and that the procedure needs to be done urgently.
And finally, my mother uttered very strongly to the words that the teacher added.
And finally, the teacher added words. “But I can’t say anything without making an incision in the affected area.” My mother responded very strongly to the words, without a break, and uttered the words.
“Isn’t my child helping?”
The moment the words were powerfully released, I realized the significance of what was happening to me.
“I may die.”
“I have lived for only 10 years in this world since I was born, but will I die? ”
I was stunned by the tremendous emptiness and fear of being left alone in the mountains at night.
When I was informed that I was going to die, the relationship with everyone became “Petit, Petit!”, As if the thread was broken, the relationship disappeared.
And I became alone in this world.
In addition, writing continues.
I write one word while remembering the feelings and scenes of those days, and one more. Therefore, please note that it will take some time.
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