The silence of the night was creeping in the hospital room where I sat beside my 12-year-old daughter Janny. She developed a malignant growth that required one of her legs to be amputated. She was required to undergo surgery followed by long months of rehabilitation. The whole family was devastated to hear the news and we constantly prayed for some miracle to happen. It was about two o’clock at night. Today Janny was supposed to undergo the operation after which she would be devoid of one leg, forever. I was sitting beside her bed, dumb and silent. Janny lay