My father stayed in hospital for about 3 weeks last November. Everything started when he had his routine physical check up. He was diagnosed at a very 1st stage of colon cancer. He had to have a surgery, which means he had to be admitted to a hospital. It was his 1st hospital stay in his adult life, since he had dysentery and stayed at isolation ward at his very early age.
It was a big deal for us, since he is the head of the house ( and he acts like that). He refused to discuss his needs at the hospital. My mother had to run around, guess what he might want at hospital, and get from pajamas to anything else needed. Since my father choose not to talk about it, I had to step in to pick his hospital pajamas that my mother had bought for him. My favorite's had be those one with sheep patterned and my mother proudly announced that she had picked them, because she was born in a year of sheep in Chinese calendar, therefore sheep would protect my father.
When my father was admitted to the hospital, he refused to wear the hospital clothes; instead he wore his shirt and sport jacket. With his cell phone in hand, walking around the hospital garden in his sport jacket, you would think that he was a visitor, not a patient, if he did not have IV. On the day of his surgery, he did finally wear his hospital wear.
What was the most difficult part for my family during his hospital stay was the time after his surgery. He did not take it easy and he kept saying " don’t come visit me". One night, the three of us finally sat down together at his hospital room. He began lecturing me how immature I was as a woman from the way I put make up to how I carried myself in public. I have to be honest that I felt a little bit sad: I understood his worry that I am 31 years old unmarried woman and trying to make it as a photographer in America. However I could not feel nothing but denied of everything about myself. After his prep talk, he seemed to be tired as it was getting late at night. My mother and I had to go home. As he was opening the door for us, he kept saying all things he had said, because he cared for me. As he was opening the door, big tears came out his eyes; That was the 1st time that I saw my father crying.
Stunned to have seen his tear for the 1st time, I stayed silent in the elevator, my mother opened her mouth said "this hospital stay really makes him think of mortality and You".
(写真は父の入院中に病院で撮影しました。／All photos were taken at the hospital during his stay)
My father got out of the hospital after 3 weeks. He is recovering very well, already running around and being himself again. :)