It was the first night that my cousin was put in a coma, if you'd like to read about it go to http://
Now, as my cousin was in a coma I was already worried although the main thing that was pounding my mind was what my mum told me. My cousin had asked the doctor before they put him in a coma " is there a chance I might not wake up?" and the doctor had said YES. So not only am I unable to visit him because he lives in England and I live in Gibraltar, I also have that answer in the back of my mind going YES YES YES over and over again.
I had gone to bed and I was lying there not able to sleep when I just burst into tears. I had been crying for about ten minutes before my mum woke up and heard me. She cuddled me and told me not to cry, then my dad got up and said " just think positivley and everything will be alright." Then they went back to bed.
I didn't sleep the rest off the night so to entertain myself I started to concerntrate on my breathing. Then the most terrible thought came into my head... " what if he doesn't wake up?" and I imagined being at the funeral. I had just visualised it clearly when I punched the thought out of my head and scolded myself for not thinking positivley.
I finally fell asleep for about three hours.
I am glad now that my cousin is doing much better. I love him very much and I don't know what any of us would do without him. ( us being my family). xoxoxo
Now, as my cousin was in a coma I was already worried although the main thing that was pounding my mind was what my mum told me. My cousin had asked the doctor before they put him in a coma " is there a chance I might not wake up?" and the doctor had said YES. So not only am I unable to visit him because he lives in England and I live in Gibraltar, I also have that answer in the back of my mind going YES YES YES over and over again.
I had gone to bed and I was lying there not able to sleep when I just burst into tears. I had been crying for about ten minutes before my mum woke up and heard me. She cuddled me and told me not to cry, then my dad got up and said " just think positivley and everything will be alright." Then they went back to bed.
I didn't sleep the rest off the night so to entertain myself I started to concerntrate on my breathing. Then the most terrible thought came into my head... " what if he doesn't wake up?" and I imagined being at the funeral. I had just visualised it clearly when I punched the thought out of my head and scolded myself for not thinking positivley.
I finally fell asleep for about three hours.
I am glad now that my cousin is doing much better. I love him very much and I don't know what any of us would do without him. ( us being my family). xoxoxo
