When we were old
I spent to the hospital with my mom for the cystoscopy procedure. Mom said it's fine she could go without me but I knew that she's happy to have me around. That's the time I felt she's like a kid and I could take care of her a bit. It's amazing that the hospital staff let her walk around right after the procedure. I thought she should have lied down for an hour for recovery but the nurses said there were no recovery at all. She couldn't feel very painful till she walked down to the pharmacy when the local anathesia didn't work anymore. Whether we're healthy or not depend a lot on genetic factors. I look at my mom and sometimes I think "will I be like her suffering from this and that years later?" What if I could bear with that all by myself? I probably need to be a "stronger" person then.