Lying on the sick bed, breathing heavily, she fell into a slumber…All sorts of tubes poked through the saggy and wrinkly skin; through the throat, the hand, and underneath to ensure that she could breath, receive food and urinate as normal as possible. A nurse is hired full timely, sitting in front of her to watch the heart beat reading and draw a chart of it.
We went to visit our friend’s mother-in-law who has cancer and was in the ICU. When I saw her pale face, it was as if I have never known her before though I used to meet her in the church every Sunday. But not anymore since she fell ill.
The moment we left the ICU, I could only think of what she might be thinking.
“Lying there, enduring the pain that no one would know, and would never realise how time flies…the only HOPE, the only HOPE is to survive another second to watch closed ones all together…”
This flesh and this blood may dried up one day but what is left to be remembered?
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