Okay, this little boy really hates me. There is no other word for it, other than maybe “loathes”. Right after I took this picture, above, he started crying…loudly. I did convince him to take some pictures around our minor procedure room. One of his dad and one of Sister Veronica.
His dad told him to smile…could it be more painful? He has osteomylitis of his leg. We did surgery to remove the deteriorating bone and allow new bone to grow. I have been visiting the surgical ward lately and every time Martin sees me he cries. I now block my face so he can’t see me and I make no direct eye contact.
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