Only a week
ago my doctor told us that there was not too much hope to me, and this week her
smile is so huge than she can illuminate
the city. My creatinine levels are normal... perdon, what did you say?, did yousaid normal?... I am sure all the carrots I ate on Thursday
have healed me!, give me more carrots and you will see that everything will be
OK!.
No Bubu,
it is not so simple, the truth is that we don't know what is making you feel
better, dad said... I looked at him a bit surprised... what you mean?, don't
you know?, do not you still recognize the power of t love?
I want to
be here to take care of everyone, because all of you have been caring me with
so much passion. I've accepted every needle, and I have taken that pill with
the most nasty flavour... I have done all what you have said... When dad gave
me a kiss, I said calmly: do not worry, everything will be OK daddy...
The
biggest problem for now has been to regulate my glucose levels. No, I have not
eaten candies... sometimes I want a piece of the bread, but I don't want to go
to the hospital.
So my life
for now is governed by numbers. Mom and dad measure my glucose levels and then
they review their data base to decide how much insulin I should have, and
depending on the levels of creatinine, my doctor and they decide how many
fluids I should have per day... all are numbers and decisions, but no matter
what the science says, I'm still here, breaking all predictions, contrary to
what books say about sick dogs, but the truth is that there is not a book about
Bubu and all the love I have in my life,
because my best medicine is dreaming of the day that we can get out to walk and
smell the flowers.
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