And I died in the operating theater when you lost consciousness. It happened within seconds after you were hooked on the anaesthetics. That is not something for a mother to witness.
I will not be able to forget the sight. The way your head tilted back on the table. You looking serene and my heart wrenching. Both at the same time.
All I said to the anaesthetist was, ‘take care of my son, doctor.’ And that he did.
With tears streaming down my eyes, I was escorted out to the waiting area.
I don’t want the both of us to go through this. Ever.