As I entered dad's ward today, I saw a family waiting at the waiting area, looking somewhat calm but they weren't talking to one another. Just as I was about to leave, 3 were crying badly and 1 walked away, calming himself down perhaps. Judging by the age of the family member, it seemed like they were "prepared".
I have come to realize that no matter how prepared one is for the death of a loved one, at the face of the truth, it's still painful.
Today's nearly the end of the 3rd week of dad in the hospital. For the first 2 weeks, doctors were preparing us for the worst that may happen to dad. And so, I was doing that - Preparing my heart.
Last Thursday, mum called me sounding anxious and told me to return back to hospital immediately. The doctor has called her and told her that we need to return for some important decision. I hurried back in a cab. The first half of the ride were to do the necessary - call my client & informed my boss. When all are settled, reality started to hit in on me. "What was this important decision?", "How serious was dad?", "I just saw him only an hour ago, did something happen?". As thoughts were running through, I started sobbing.
That was when I know that no matter how prepared one can be of losing your loved one, when truth hits you in the face, it literally hit.
Back to my dad. He was transferred to ICU due to the high level of toxic in his body and was transferred back to the general ward 4 days later. He's now finally stable and queuing behind the start line of the recovery race.
Praying that he'll be less stubborn and more receptive to treatment & advices. Praying that his emotions will be regular.
4 comments:
Just read this today. Will be praying with you. He hasn't been eating his medication?
Just posted this today. :)
Dad has refused food since 2 Wednesdays ago. Now that he can start eating, hopefully he can try to eat.
Will pray with you sis
will keep you and your family in prayer...be strong.
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