Hope and doubt

For our little Taleen, it was an exciting day at Sheba Hospital. At nine o’clock, the first of three sur-geries started. When we arrived at twelve o’clock, we met her grandmother in the waiting area, she was very tense. I could see the fear in her eyes, but simultaneously the trust that the doctors will help her little princess. As another Gaza-Grandma passed by, they both went to the praying room and left co-worker Lisa and me behind.  HOPE.

A short time later, Dr. Katz came from the operating room, but he was not so communicative: “The surgery went well. No complications.”  Grandma was very relieved. The usually calm and reserved granny couldn’t do anything else but hug Lisa. Now the hope is strong! Taleen will be back soon! But then the waiting starts again. Seconds, minutes, hours.  As for me and Lisa, our thoughts were briefly looking back on Mustafa… he had many complications that he couldn’t overcome and he died.  DOUBT.

Approximately 2:00 p.m. Taleen came back to her room, all things went well. TAKE A BREATH. Later, she opened her eyes. If everything goes right, she can go back home in a few days to recover and prepare for the next surgery. HOPE.