It’s not me, it’s you and your version of me.
One of those summer holidays…
My grandmother has always been the closest person I ever had ever since I was a kid. There is something about her that I sometimes feel like my world would be over if she were not around. I have always made sure to visit her as often as possible to catch up on any stories that she might have as well as have her spoil me with her food for a while. I have always loved her food because there is always something new about it, either she changed the recipe or she tried something new with it.
I would visit her and each time she would go like, “Billy, look how skinny you have gotten!” that is despite the fact that I have probably put on a couple of pounds since I was last with her. She would then proceed to try every possible meal on me, and I would be there eating everything that is put in front of me. I never hated the fact that I was like her guinea pig when it came to trying out new recipes, but I always found a way to like the food.
So, last summer I went over to pay her a visit and stay with her for the entire time that I was on holiday. She stays next to a lake so it is always amazing just living there and I get to eat all kinds of food whenever I want and get spoilt for a change.
On this particular summer…
I didn’t go there just to visit her and have myself be cooked for all the time. I felt like it was time for me to pay her back for all the years that she has fed me and so I thought that maybe for the entire time, I would cook for her. You see, she had recently been diagnosed with mastitis breast cancer, and it was in those advanced stages so there is no way of telling if she will get out of this okay.
It is one of the hardest news that I have ever had to stomach ever since I lost my grandfather who was also superb to me and they would fight over me with my grandma. It was tough going to his funeral, and I can’t remember if I made it through as I went unconscious for multiple numbers of times while there.
There was a day, somewhere in the middle of the holiday, we decided to go swimming at the lake with a couple of my friends. It was a bright afternoon, and there was no way of actually telling that that was going to be an awful day for me despite the fact that I was taking care of my sick grandma. As we were making our way to way the diving ramp is, I accidentally hit some rock with my foot, and that was the most excruciating pain that I have ever felt to this day, which had me really nervous and worrying, also thinking about silly questions such as ‘would I have to get it cut off?’
At first, I thought like it was just a sprain but looking down on my foot, my ankle was broken, and the bone was protruding. My friends called an ambulance, and I was rushed to the hospital. All the time I was really in pain despite the fact that they had given me a lot of painkillers in the ambulance.
When we got to the hospital, my grandmother was there already, and the doctor told her that I had to be taken to the surgery for them to have that ankle put back together. She signed the papers amid tears, and I could see how broken she was. She was in more pain than cancer had ever given her. I knew right then that that old lady loved me more than her food could ever show.
At that instant…
I felt the kind of emotion that Neil Armstrong felt as he was making his way to the moon as the first guy up there. It must have been one of the most amazing feelings ever, and it gave me a lot of courage going to the operating room. After a few hours of being operated on, I was out of the theater and after a few days I was allowed to go back home, and my grandmother had another chance to take care of me.