She threw up again just before entering the cyberknife operating room. What little she ate, a bowl of congee, nuts and a slice or two of mandarin, poured out of her mouth in the hall of the hospital. I patted her back, but looked away for fear of getting sick myself, and handed her a bag and water to swish her mouth. I held her hand in an attempt to calm her, reassure her.Almost an hour since she went in for treatment. Again, the technician went in and out to adjust her body and posture for the machine to operate. On the counter of the registration desk of the oncology ward was a beautiful, beautiful bouquet of roses, with two little Teddy bears on top. How lucky that girl/ boy is to get such beautiful flowers and expression of love on this special day.
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Mum came out over an hour later. A few steps later she threw up again. And again.
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