Happy Reunion

Today was the day we were informed by the doctors that we can go back home and continue with my son’s recovery process.

I was so happy and started packing our things.

I greeted the nurses, thanked the doctors with copies of my book: You Are Not Alone and said goodbye to our friends, cleaners and waiters.

It was an emotional goodbye. All the memories of hospital admission, my son’s struggles, our connection with the female patients and the moments we had in the hospital lobbies. All rushed in my mind.

I can’t deny. It was a mix of happiness, sadness, grief and missing.

At night, the mother of a patient who was opposite us sent me a text message with a picture of our empty bed. She said: You left and your bed is so empty and sad. I felt even more tight and sad at that moment.

At the end, coming back home, I can’t forget my son’s facial expressions when he met his sisters. He was very excited. He moved around, chased his sisters and checked for his toys.

Then he was very tired and told me: Mama, I am tired. My back. I immediately put him back on the bed to rest.