A couple of days ago, I had to get up at 2am. Nans was having trouble breathing and so we decided to bring her to the hospital. As diagnosis usually comes after a battery of tests and interviews, it was decided that she has to be admitted for treatment and observation.
As someone whose secret fear (and now it’s finally revealed to the universe) is seeing signs of parental mortality and aging, I am always in a state of denial whenever I begin to entertain thoughts that tats or nans could be suffering serious health problems.
