I woke up at 7 am today, and stayed in bed until 8 am. Just a normal day, bathe early, went out of the house early, came at the meeting place early. Though I skipped breakfast today.
We arrived at the hospital at 11 am, it was just me and my friends who are visitors of my former classmate. Just a normal visit, we came in for her, sadly we were not able to talk to her for she's still unconscious from an operation. I didn't know what is the operation at the moment. We got busy talking and reminiscing of the moments when we were still classmates with our former classmate who is sick, we also took a look at her pictures. It hurts to see a very happy woman lying in the hospital bed with a very serious illness. But we believe that she can make it through, she can fight, she can survive.
I can feel that our visit was just in time, just a normal visit and we are there to see our former classmate after an operation. We were wishing she wakes up before we leave.
I can hear the mother of my friend, so proud of her daughter and talks about how grateful she is to have a very kind daughter. She reminisces the childhood days of her daughter, remembers the wants and needs while she was young, and suddenly cries when she looks at the hospital bed.
In my mind, I was thinking. I hope she's well until we leave. I think I can't take to see a situation where the time of non-survival arrives. So I really wish she'll be fine.
At almost 12 noon, the nurse came to feed the sick. Suddenly after feeding, blood comes out of the mouth. I have no idea what's happening. Until the nurse called for other nurses, then the mother went near and told the sick "Paynawa na ka ne, magkasakit naku". (Take your rest now, it's hard for me to see you like that)
Suddenly, there's a little panic. We prayed for her at the moment while the nurses are doing some health check. We sincerely pray for her. It's the mightiest weapon we have. When it's getting crowded in the room, we went out to give space for nurses and doctors.
Until they called on the relatives of the family, even all the friends and professors of the sick. The doctors went out and talked to the parents of the sick. I knew that the mother is wiling to give up the fight already, and the father made the hardest decision and the hardest to accept which is to give up her daughter. I saw it all. I can feel something strange in me since it's my first time to witness such scenario. We were outside, and the parents are also out of the room, I can see and feel the grief they carry in them.
Then we entered the room again, they were praying the rosary and we joined. The priest also came and performed the anointing of the sick. Then the parents went in, talked to their daughter they are willing to give up to the Lord. As I see the parents crying while talking to the sick, I CRIED. Both eyes dropped the tears.
It is unusual for me to cry. Many things are entering my mind as the tears drop from my eyes, maybe I could just write another article for that.
Soon, several classmates and friends and relatives came in for the sick. So crowded that we already create noise and disturb other rooms. So everyone just went out of the area and just come back next time.
The normal visit became a teary-eyed visit, I wasn't able to eat breakfast and lunch today. I was standing for about 4 hours, starving. Our plan to watch a movie pushed through, but I didn't join them as I choose to go home. But it's okay.
We left the hospital feeling hopeless for her, now the hope revives as she continues to fight for survival.
I'll just continue praying for her. And for everyone who will be able to read this, please speak a silent prayer for the sick people in the world.
What if, I was the one, in her place?
