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At that moment I thought it was best that we leave the doctor’s office. We quickly said our goodbyes, and drove a short way to a luxury hotel where I had made reservation. Our suite including two bedrooms and a “reception” area with a television. For the rest of the afternoon, until dinner time, the three of us sat in the hotel’s lush courtyard. While my wife and I made small talk, Justin sat quietly, looking at the greenery, his arms folded across his chest.
We could see how hard he was thinking; that he was trying to put all the pieces together but just couldn’t. We knew he felt better; the drug that we slipped during the past few days to him to make him feel ill now completely out of his system, and the pain medication he took before leaving the doctors office alleviating any throbbing he might feel in his empty scrotum. I think because he felt better than he had in days, he gave up, at least for the time being, trying to answer what exactly had just happened to him. He suddenly stood up and announced that he was hungry. At dinner I watched my son eat, knowing that now as a eunuch, his metabolism would slow. Calories he consumed would no longer quickly burn up to build a growing, young man’s body, but within months would start adding weight around his narrow hips and washboard stomach to make him look womanish and boyish. I told not to forget to order dessert. We went back to the room to watch a movie. My wife and I went to bed early, but Justin stayed up almost all night watching television. I suppose he was trying to figure it all out. After church the next day, we went back to the Dr. Dunn’s office for Justin’s check up. As we rode the elevator to Dr. Dunn’s third floor office, Justin began to get nervous. “Do we have to go up there again,” complained Justin. “I really don’t like this guy.” “Dr. Dunn just wants to make sure you’re completely well, honey,” said his mother, as she shot me a conspiratorial glance. The elevators doors opened and my wife and I step out into the hallway. Justin didn’t move. “Son, come on,” I said impatiently, as I held the doors from sliding shut. Reluctantly, Justin stepped out of the elevator. We walked down hall way and by the time we arrived at Dr. Dunn’s office, Justin was having trouble catching his breath. Good God, I thought, the boy’s hyperventilating on us. My wife and I kind of pushed Justin into the physician’s office and our son begin to sob, pleading with us not to let Dr. Dunn hurt him. “I’m not going hurt you, Justin,” said Dr. Dunn as he suddenly materialized from his exam room. Justin’s eyes were wide with fight as the surgeon step forward. “Really, son, there’s no need for any panic attacks,” said the doctor irritably as he raised his voice. “Now, I want you to get a hold of yourself and step into my exam room. That’s an order!” With that, Justin, stepped around his mother, and quietly sobbing, did has he was told. About 90 minutes later, Dr. Dunn and Justin stepped out of the exam room, and like the day before, our son slid into the bathroom to get himself organized. The old physician stepped towards us. “Why did Justin freak out like that, doctor,” I asked? “Oh, his subconscious mind is telling him that some happened to him that he wouldn’t like and I’m the cause of it,” explained the doctor with an amused gleam in his eyes. “He knows to be afraid of me, but he doesn’t know why. I want you to know I had a good, long counseling session with Justin, and he won’t give us any trouble now, or when things start to change with him during the next few months.” Dr. Dunn told us that there was no bleeding or complications with Justin’s surgery and it was fine for us to drive home. He told us that our son’s incisions should heal quickly and, expect for heavy lifting, Justin should be able to do anything he wanted by the end of the week. He would be able to shower again Saturday morning. The doctor also gave us a bottle of calcium pills and told us to make sure that Justin had 1500 mgs per day to avoid osteoporosis. In fact, Justin would need to take calcium supplements for the rest of his life. Suddenly, the door of the bathroom opened, and Justin shot out. “Mom and Dad, please let’s go home,” said our son has he passed us without breaking stride.
He quickly side-stepped past Dr. Dunn without speaking to him, and headed straight out the door and down the hallway towards the elevator. The three of us looked at each other and smiled. My wife and I thanked Dr. Dunn, said goodbye to him, and hurried out of his office to catch up with our son. End of part VII
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