So much power in a single phrase, bringing up memories that had been pushed well into the caverns. Within seconds the same emotions that had so intensely gripped me years ago were holding me again. The memories, the fear, the pain was never tucked anywhere. As if they had been stalking me all this time from the shadows. The thought of my son being back on the operating table. It’s a weird thing to think about, the idea of the non-invasive brain surgery. To the outside world I’m sure the look on my face was that of a man who had seen a ghost. In many ways I did, finding myself staring down the pain of years past. All I can do now is wait, nothing is determined maybe this is all for naught.