As the medical transport flew over the Atlantic, JoeGad couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. He had never been apart from his father for so long, and the thought of him being in a hospital bed, fighting for his life, was unbearable.
He looked over at his mother, who was sitting beside him, her eyes fixed on his father's frail form. She was trying to stay strong, but JoeGad could see the worry etched on her face.
He reached out and took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "We'll get through this, Mom," he said, trying to reassure her.
His mother smiled weakly, but JoeGad could see the fear in her eyes. She was scared, and JoeGad couldn't blame her.
As the hours ticked by, JoeGad's thoughts turned to his father's condition. What would happen when they arrived at the hospital abroad? Would the treatment be effective? Would his father recover?
The questions swirled in his mind, but he pushed them aside, focusing on the present moment. He was determined to stay positive, to believe that his father would pull through.
As the plane began its descent, JoeGad felt a sense of relief wash over him. They were finally arriving at their destination.
The medical transport landed smoothly, and JoeGad and his mother were quickly ushered out of the plane and into a waiting ambulance.
As they sped through the streets, JoeGad caught glimpses of the city outside. It was bustling and vibrant, but he barely noticed. His mind was focused on his father, and the treatment that lay ahead.
The ambulance pulled up to the hospital, a large and imposing building that seemed to stretch on forever. JoeGad's heart sank as he looked up at it, but he steeled himself for what lay ahead.
They were going to fight for his father's life, and JoeGad was determined to be there every step of the way.
As the doctor's words echoed in his mind, JoeGad felt a wave of relief wash over him. His father was going to be okay, and that was all that mattered.
But as he looked at his mother, he could see the worry still etched on her face. "What about the treatment, doctor?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.
The doctor nodded, his expression serious. "Your husband will need to come in for regular check-ups, at least once a week, to monitor his condition and adjust his treatment plan as needed."
JoeGad's mother nodded, her eyes narrowing as she thought about the logistics. "And how long will this treatment last?"
The doctor hesitated before answering. "It's difficult to say, but we can expect it to be a long-term process. We'll need to monitor his condition closely and adjust his treatment plan as needed."
JoeGad's family looked at each other, the weight of the situation sinking in. They knew that they couldn't just leave his father in the hospital and go back home. They needed to be there for him, to support him through this difficult time.
After a moment of silence, JoeGad's mother spoke up. "We need to think about what's best for your father," she said, her voice filled with determination. "And I think that means we need to stay here, in the States, where he can receive the treatment he needs."
JoeGad's eyes widened as he realized what his mother was saying. They were going to stay in the States? Permanently?
He felt a pang of sadness at the thought of leaving his friends, his school, and his life behind. He had grown up in Nigeria, and the thought of starting over in a new country was daunting.
But as he looked at his father, lying in the hospital bed, he knew that he had to put his feelings aside. His father's health was the most important thing, and if staying in the States was what it took to ensure his recovery, then that was what they would do.
The family spent the next few days making arrangements for their permanent relocation to the States. It was a difficult and emotional process, but they knew it was necessary.
For JoeGad, it meant leaving behind everything he knew and loved. He would have to start over at a new school, make new friends, and adjust to a new way of life.
He thought about his friends back home, the ones he had grown up with, the ones he had shared so many memories with. He would miss them dearly.
And then there was CHS, his beloved school. He had spent four years there, and the thought of leaving it behind was almost too much to bear.
But he knew that he had to be strong, for his family's sake. His father's health was the most important thing, and JoeGad was determined to do whatever it took to support him.
As they settled into their new life in the States, JoeGad couldn't help but feel a sense of uncertainty. What would the future hold? Would he be able to adjust to his new school? Would he make new friends?
But he pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the present moment. He was determined to make the best of this new chapter in his life, for his family's sake, and for his own.
He knew that it wouldn't be easy, but he was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. He was ready to start anew, and to make the most of this new opportunity.
As they settled into their new home, JoeGad's father began his treatment, and slowly but surely, he started to recover. JoeGad's family was relieved, and they were grateful for the second chance they had been given.
JoeGad's life was forever changed, but he was determined to make the best of it. He was ready to start anew, and to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
He knows life happens sometimes, even to people that doesn't deserve it.
He looked at his mothers' face. She had carefully remove all the explosive jewelry. He had never seen his mother like that.