What if God gave me the chance to start again?
In January of this year we finally knew, after a thousand tests, the size of the monster we had to face. The diagnosis came and left us soulless in the face of life: it was a malignant tumour that was advancing by the hour. We had to run to win the battle against that monster and save Rafael David.
Every night, while I tried to sleep, while I prayed and asked God for strength, I beat my chest, feeling very guilty for not having acted sooner, if we had gone to the doctor in March last year, if we had given importance to her pain, if we had not looked at her complaint with disinterest, if we had acted more intelligently, if we had looked for a good specialist from the beginning, if there were not so many negligent doctors in this country? But time moves on and although we would like to go back and make amends for our mistakes, to make things better, there is no handle we can use to turn back the days.
All images are from my personal gallery and the text was translated with Deepl
This is my participation in this week's Memoir Monday, an initiative of my friend @ericvancewalton. If you want to participate, here is the invitation post. Greetings