…Maybe he just went for a walk with his mum. I assumed he may have been chasing someone else and the thought made me a little jealous. As I decided to leave, a taxi pulled over and a man stepped out of the car, apparently he was a resident in the neighborhood. He told me he was just coming from the hospital and Mike had a seizure. He explained that he was just coming from the hospital. Mike’s mum had called earlier this morning to inform him as he had grown close to the family over the years. My heart sank. Mike!!!. I thanked him and took the same taxi to the hospital. Tears poured freely from my eyes. I paid the cab guy and ran into the hospital and the receptionist directed me. I ran to the ICU department and his mum was there. She just signed a paper and she was in tears. I asked what happened and she explained in between tears
“He has suffered seizures since he was 4 and the doctor said they could not operate because the tumor was inoperable. They could only operate to keep him alive for 3 more years. I prayed and hoped he’ll be fine or maybe a cure would be found. This is the second year and he has had just one seizure in the last year and the doctors were able to stabilize him. My boy has been living on drugs like it was part of his daily meal in the last years. This time they said the drugs are not enough to keep him sound, they need to perform a surgery to keep him another year and I just signed the consent form.”
I was crying beyond control, I imagined it and it didn’t sound nice. How had she lived everyday knowing her son would die soon? I felt compassion for her. I hugged her. I didn’t know what to say to comfort her. I had faith that he would wake up after the surgery, that I’d speak to him and say one more word to him. We sat praying and waiting. It was 6pm and the doctor came out and said they were able to save his life. We saw him move his lips but every other thing he said didn’t matter. I ran to the ward with his mother he had lots of tubes and stuff connected to his body. I was clutching tightly to the pack containing the cookies I made for him. I stared at his face and tears flowed freely from my eyes in gratitude that he had made it through the surgery. He was still unconscious. We sat and waited hoping he will open his eyes. We waited. Seconds turned to minutes and minutes to hours but the clock couldn’t trample on my faith.
11:32pm he opened his eyes and his mother and I jumped for joy we were so happy, he smiled and looked in the direction of the table, then he looked at his mother and then at me. He gave one more smile and he jerked a little. And…
To be continued…
The last episode is next….ANTICIPATE!