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.
She gave me a weak smile and asked, “Does this mean Dad will finally believe I was telling the truth about being sick?”
Her innocent question put a painful lump in my throat, but I kept my voice even and kissed her warm temple.
“You were telling the truth from the very first day, Paige, and you will never have to prove your pain to anybody ever again.”
PART 9
The day of the surgery started with the sound of wheels rolling over shiny linoleum.
A transporter came to get Paige while the dawn was still gray outside the window.