the most difficult moment is parting at the entrance to the operating room. hoping for the best, terrified of the worst. desperately tried to show confidence but found it impossible to hold back the tears. i couldn’t find words … only “i love you princess” with a hug and a kiss. she’s my baby, my princess, she’s in mortal danger and i can’t do anything about it.
friday night, after midnight, tamar called; “dad. i need you, i need an ambulance” she cried. my heart fell, but i was out the door. i arrived on my motorbike, in the rain, through three red lights, before the paramedics loaded her on the ambulance. we rode together. tamar was in pain. i wished i could take her pain.
out of o.r. – it’s difficult to describe the relief of seeing tamar awake. semi-conscious and confused, but awake! i pray tamar will not suffer permanent damage that could leave her scarred for life, physically and emotionally. we have a long way ahead.