Lisa lay there in the bed wondering how long she would have to wait for him. It pleased her to think of Dr. Stone that way, this bespectacled, boyish looking surgeon whose pleasant smile made her current ordeal a little lighter. He had this glow and freshness about him that didn’t diminish even when he told her about her biopsy results. The shock seemed to have softened a little bit. But isn’t it always better, she thought, having someone likeable around at a time like this. Always better than a grouchy old man.
Like her father. Did she really hate him that much? Not really, she reluctantly accepted to herself. In her heart, she really wished that both her parents were alive and by her hospital bed today. It would have killed mother to see me like this, her beautiful daughter bald and completely weakened by the chemicals being pumped into her. She would have lamented about karma and how somehow she and/or her forefathers could have caused this.
Not her father though. Old Man Grumpy would have been standing there, not making eye contact, with no emotions to show and seemingly annoyed that his daily regimen had suddenly been overturned by this rather unpleasant diversion. But maybe, she allowed herself to think, he just didn’t know how to show it. Her trains of thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door closing. She gently opened her eyes to see him.
You should try meditation, he said to her almost as if she knew what he was talking about. I have been thinking a little bit about what you told me. Well for someone as active as you, it must be really difficult to lie there on bed not doing anything productive. Try meditating, you don’t really do anything but you can bring some peace and healing inside.
To be continued…
