Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Yesterday, Mom’s text message broke me sore. Her fifty-one-year-old cousin, my Ninong Fidel, was rushed to the ICU due to fatal heart attack. Losing his total consciousness, doctors initial declaration was “dead on arrival.” But after trying advanced cardiac life support, thankfully he was brought back to life. The hospital crews led by the chief physician keenly explained to us what the patient was going through. Everyone beside his bed shed tears when told he’s only got 72 hours to live. And should he stay longer, life won’t be easy with him under persistent vegetative state. It was but an awful medical prognosis!
It was when I was leaving for Hongkong with my sister, sometime in March, when I last saw him face to face, healthy still. Back in 2010, during my birthday, he came to personally bring me my cake as he always did. He’s simply as sweet as any godfather could be. Now that death comes knocking at his doorstep, as I see him helplessly lying in bed, I can’t hold my eyes from crying. This is a clinical condition only healable with prayers and miracle.
The Lord knows what is in my heart just before I put my thoughts into writing. I know my prayers will be heard, our prayers will be heard, for the good of everyone, for my Ninong and his family’s welfare. I've faced a number of death stories since the first one I experienced when our Lolo died. Through them all, I've learned that I've never felt so alive as when I was with someone who was dying. And this is another story.
It was when I was leaving for Hongkong with my sister, sometime in March, when I last saw him face to face, healthy still. Back in 2010, during my birthday, he came to personally bring me my cake as he always did. He’s simply as sweet as any godfather could be. Now that death comes knocking at his doorstep, as I see him helplessly lying in bed, I can’t hold my eyes from crying. This is a clinical condition only healable with prayers and miracle.
The Lord knows what is in my heart just before I put my thoughts into writing. I know my prayers will be heard, our prayers will be heard, for the good of everyone, for my Ninong and his family’s welfare. I've faced a number of death stories since the first one I experienced when our Lolo died. Through them all, I've learned that I've never felt so alive as when I was with someone who was dying. And this is another story.
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4 comments:
*hugs*..your Ninong will be ok sis..look I have tears kasi I have been through it po..I have heart attacks and I experienced being revived and everything but I believe in destiny sis..eeehhh speechless ako..love lots Dai Ning..take care ha :)..iyak ako I was touched by your post..
keep your faith stronger ning li.
He can make it. I remember when my mom was rushed to the hospital and had a nerve clot in her brain. I was there watching when she underwent the CT scan and listen to the doc's explanation in front of the scanned image of her brain. That line "72 hours" is a pain in the ear. I can't describe my feeling at that time. I want to choke the doc hearing those words. Thank God I didn't 'coz my mom is still alive and I know she won't leave me.
Prayer is always the cure. You just have to believe He understands you..and never leave a doubt inside your heart. My prayers are with you and your family.
I'm sorry to hear his condition but let's pray he will be ok.
Thank you friends. My Ninong's healing is NOT impossible. I know my Ninong shall live for years if the Lord so wills... if not, then it's not being an ICU patient that will make him fall asleep forever, but his "appointed" time.
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