{"id":7689,"date":"2015-06-13T12:53:25","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T16:53:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=7689"},"modified":"2015-06-13T12:53:25","modified_gmt":"2015-06-13T16:53:25","slug":"the-news-i-dont-want-to-hear-4th-hour","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/the-news-i-dont-want-to-hear-4th-hour\/","title":{"rendered":"The news I don&#8217;t want to hear (4th hour)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>There is some news you get that makes you happy like we&#8217;re getting married, I&#8217;m pregnant, or I made the team.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"line-height: 1.5\">Then again there is the news that makes you sad, miserable, angry, depressed, and scared.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Like the news that your son need brain surgery.<\/p>\n<p>The kind of news you don&#8217;t want to hear, the kind that slices through you, gutting your insides causing you pain.<\/p>\n<p>Like a butcher with every slice an organ removed the emotional slaughter.<\/p>\n<p>I need you to sign this concent and release form, but I must explain as I&#8217;m in doing this surgery I&#8217;m between his scull and main artery if an anytime this artery gets cut by the laser your son will die on my operating table.<\/p>\n<p>Slice goes the butchers knife.<\/p>\n<p>Hey may lose some memory, another slice!<\/p>\n<p>We will cut a piece of his scull to access the brain, oh God stop this knife is too sharp.<\/p>\n<p>This operation though preformed is relatively new and not a guarantee, slice there is no more to cut, I can&#8217;t take no more this news you give I don&#8217;t want to hear.<\/p>\n<p>I absorb but I am lost now theres nothing inside, can&#8217;t look towards the future when I heard you could die.<\/p>\n<p>I ask God&#8217;s forgiveness, I ask him to trade my life for yours so all of this pain you would not have to endure.<\/p>\n<p>My son I have no option with faith and trust in God I put your life in surgeons hands.<\/p>\n<p>I want you better, I need your pain to stop, this operation must not fail because that&#8217;s just be the news I don&#8217;t want to hear.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There is some news you get that makes you happy like we&#8217;re getting married, I&#8217;m pregnant, or I made the team. Then again there is the news that makes you sad, miserable, angry, depressed, and scared. Like the news that your son need brain surgery&#8230;.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":271,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7689","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7689","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/271"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7689"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7689\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8234,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7689\/revisions\/8234"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7689"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7689"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7689"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}