Ah! It's December already. The year end. As I write this, 'year end', I have a satisfied smile on my face as 2011 will finally be over and 2012 will bring new hopes, new wishes and a fresh euphoria to deal with it all. Looking back, 2011 hasn't been a very fair year, specially the later half of the year. Courtesy the new health problem on family front. Hospitals and doctors were the two things that decided our smiles, our sigh-of-relief-s and definitely shadowed most of the part of our daily prayers. Sad but true. Keeping up with all these tiny-winy problems, I saw the strong family bond emerging from in between that was always and every time there but somehow went unnoticed. And again as the cliche fact goes that it is indeed the most difficult and painful thing to see your loved ones in pain. It was a heavy and painful year for indeed each member of the family with still no respite from it.
Medicines, injections, needles, prescriptions, test reports, cotton swabs filled with spirit made my house more of a hospital. It was horrifying to witness it. The way the particular nerve is searched, applied spirit on and then a needle piercing that nerve filling the whole body with some strong antibiotic that we all had plunged our hopes on, that THIS may finally work. That completely shook me as I was sitting besides my Massi who was the brave soul going through all this.
The unbearable pain. The wailing noises. The thousands of tears. The millions of prayers. This is what my family went through in the past few months. All this was so much intensified that we all almost forgot all the good things that happened in each one of our lives. The good things that we remember are how many times doctors said, 'operation was successful', 'she's doing better now', 'this new medicine seems to work' or 'she will be discharged in a few days'. Phew. The definition of 'good' changes with time. I wonder how. And I wonder why.
And the problem is still not over. I just hope and pray that everything falls back into place by mid-December and we all bid a happy goodbye to the heavy year 2011.
I guess this has been the most bare post in recent times with my fingers pressing the exact keys as my heart telling them to and not the brain for a change. And I'm liking it. Wish I have some pretty angels near me sitting and reading this post and thinking of blessing my family a little. How I wish.
Medicines, injections, needles, prescriptions, test reports, cotton swabs filled with spirit made my house more of a hospital. It was horrifying to witness it. The way the particular nerve is searched, applied spirit on and then a needle piercing that nerve filling the whole body with some strong antibiotic that we all had plunged our hopes on, that THIS may finally work. That completely shook me as I was sitting besides my Massi who was the brave soul going through all this.
The unbearable pain. The wailing noises. The thousands of tears. The millions of prayers. This is what my family went through in the past few months. All this was so much intensified that we all almost forgot all the good things that happened in each one of our lives. The good things that we remember are how many times doctors said, 'operation was successful', 'she's doing better now', 'this new medicine seems to work' or 'she will be discharged in a few days'. Phew. The definition of 'good' changes with time. I wonder how. And I wonder why.
And the problem is still not over. I just hope and pray that everything falls back into place by mid-December and we all bid a happy goodbye to the heavy year 2011.
I guess this has been the most bare post in recent times with my fingers pressing the exact keys as my heart telling them to and not the brain for a change. And I'm liking it. Wish I have some pretty angels near me sitting and reading this post and thinking of blessing my family a little. How I wish.
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