Laughter is the best medicine

One of the surgeons who took care of me was a very serious fifth-year resident. He would barrel into the room all business-like without saying a word and just check on my wounds.

You know what broke the ice?

I have a scar that runs from below my sternum to my lower abdomen. It had healed up cleanly, but one part of it had my mother worried. 

I should say that the main reason for my prolonged hospital stay was infection. I had a drain that looked like it was healing, but it suddenly oozed pus, so we monitored each wound closely.

Doctor: Mukhang maayos na. (It already looks good.)

Mom: Pero may part na kulu-kulubot, Doc. Ano iyan? (But there's a wrinkled part, Doc. What is that?)

Doctor, concerned: Saan? (Where?)

My mom pointed.

Doctor, laughing: Pusod niya 'yan! (That's her bellybutton!)