Truth 
This morning, I went home relatively early. Behind me I left a night sleepless. Someone, I'm sure, can understand.
The air I breathe seems thin and it seems that all around, turns more slowly. As if the weight of the metronome was placed on the highest point of the scale, a scanning time "Largo."
For several days, the little one *, accuses strong neck pain and stiff neck.
Despite intramuscular Voltaren muscoril and, unfortunately, the pain has subsided. So last night decided to get checked at the emergency room.
Needless to describe how I managed to fight my way to shorten waiting times. Our responsibility is always because human beings, there is nothing to be done, is by its very nature, selfish. In fact, all patients were trying to emphasize and draw attention medical staff.
My mother was there, silent.
finally decided to do an X-ray followed by the TAC.
Then began the wait for the report.
It 's weird to live part of their time at the emergency department of a hospital. You can find the drunk who has to dispose of the drunk, the depressed megalomaniac threatening to terminate employees for wrongful death, the old one just to be in the company that simulates an illness ...
In the end, they call me 'Mr. Traina, close the door. Sit down. "
The doctor and nurse, petrified, look at me straight in the eye and remain for a few moments in silence.
Then, the doctor, "Mr. Traina ...."
"Mr. Traina, unfortunately, I do not give the good news."
I was beginning to feel a strange tingling.
"The CT scan, shows the presence of bone metastases and brain. ... I'm sorry but I must tell you the truth."
Then the nurse: "We have to! His mother is in the middle of the tunnel of pain. A pain that will become increasingly acute. Placable only with morphine.
E 'entered the radiologist to give manforte colleagues. "Mr. Traina, unfortunately this is not something that is born now. But we doctors, you know, sometimes we persist in wanting surgery, although they do not want to face the truth. Surely even then, his mother, had no chance. Certainly, day after day, these materials will replace the brain. Hemorrhage, at the moment is small but it is possible that the worst e. .. in that case his mother would be in a coma. "
These are the words that have told me.
words that echoed all night, in my head.
left that room, the little one asked me what I had said.
I look "inside" the eyes.
You can not avoid the eyes, in these cases. He needs to stand up. With courage.
I have hidden the truth, saying that something was unclear who would have admitted to carrying out all the checks.
I have hidden the truth! But I am sure: he understood.
I am reminded of a phone call that I made a friend, for news of his father. His father was in the terminal stage.
ended my phone call saying the same old cliche: "Let's hope so."
He replied: "I do not know what is good and what is evil in the face of these things."
In this case, mindful of that story, do not say anything.
I just hope that suffer as little as possible.
* my mother
