My father tagged me along to see my uncle at the hospital last night. My uncle’s cancerous cells had come back after operation a few years ago. There was nothing I could do other than quietly stand in the hospital room listening to my father’s brotherly conversation with my uncle.
The timely scheduled surgery started in the afternoon, I don’t remember ever seeing my father this worried waiting for the phone call. Thankful that my aunt finally called in the evening notifying him the completion of the operation, otherwise I don’t think my father will be able to sleep tonight.
I pray that the operation was a successful one, and that God would have mercy on my uncle and give him another chance.
