My Daughter Was 15 When She Finally Looked Me in the Eye and Whispered, “I Don’t Tell Dad When I’m Hurting Anymore. He Says I Only Do It for Attention.” The Next Afternoon, I Checked Her Out of School and Drove Her to the Hospital Without a Word to My Husband. Halfway Through the Scan, the Technician Went Completely Quiet.
When we came back, Paige was drawing.
She had sketched the hospital window, the chair where I always sat, and a silly-looking bird wearing a surgical mask.
Karen praised it so enthusiastically that Paige started to giggle.
The sound caught me off guard.
It reminded me that a child could be very sick and still want something normal, even goofy, to keep her mind busy.
The nurses helped Paige get ready for the next morning.
They went over when she had to stop eating and drinking, checked her allergies, and made sure she understood what would happen once she reached the operating area.
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