He is merely 13, and from the first look, people might wonder if he was a spoilt brat. He would shout whenever he feels pain. He would make so much noise, sometimes continuously, one might think if his pain threshold is so low.
But at 13, he has a large tumour sitting in his head compressing his skull. That pain on his face on the second look after realizing the severity of his disease, it cannot be mistaken for a real pain, a pain nobody can imagine.
The moment I looked at him tonight, I felt so much at ease. He was ambulating on a wheelchair while moving to the toilet. He wasn't in that much pain. Probably the pain killer worked for that moment. That was so different from the first time I saw him. He was in intense pain. He was crying. He was just a child surrounded by adults. One might wonder if his puberty would make him stronger.
But my biggest concern is, if he would make it after puberty. If he would be able to live through and experience puberty like any other growing child. Poor kid. Both parents had left him since young, only to be taken care by relatives. I remember holding his head while he was having another bout of headache, even the meds were not working. I gave him a lil massage, my heart broke. If only mercy is shown to this lil kid. Did he deserve to be in this pain?
It's all different today. I held his hand. Everyone was complaining that he was agressive. Never let anyone to touch him. But yes, I held his right hand without restrain. He was telling me it hurts there. I looked and I massaged gently again. The feeling of being helpless, I could only share his pain by touching him.
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