when I wrote my last post with the title “words you should never have to hear”.. boy was I wrong.

Words you should never have to hear are from a doctor, performing an angioplasty on your father, who dashes out of the OT finds you and says….

“there have been some complications in the procedure, the angioplasty was a success but there’s some bleeding we can’t get under control. At this moment, we don’t know if he’ll even make it.. Please pray”

… before running off to get other specialists. that was twice in one week i’ve had to hear my father might not make it.. N both times it was devastating. A vein had collapsed under the blood thinner n other drugs, causing him to bleed internally. his blood pressure had dropped to 65/25.. His whole right leg was swollen, and they had to put incisions near his ankles to drain the excess blood out. He was immediately transfused with new blood.. two pints nonetheless. when i held his hand as they were taking him to the CCU, they were deathly cold! it took all i had to keep a reassuring smile on my face as they wheeled him out.
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Six hours later, they managed to bring the bleeding under control. Something, which should’ve been over in 30 minutes went on for seven hours.. It was one of the most excrutiating times in my life. But at the end, it brought good tidings. He was stable again, bp was strong and ECG was normal.. His angioplasty had been a success with two arteries re-opened which were blocked 99 n 97% respectively.
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And all through this, it was God and it was her who were my support.. Being the eldest, i had to be the pillar of support for the family, taking care of mom/dad, coordinating things, being the information source for the entire family, fielding their calls, everything. And in each moment, it was God who gave me inner strength and her who gave me the emotional to carry on and to not break down. She was there throughout, offering whatever she could, an listening ear, a shoulder to lean on, trying to cheer me up and yet keep me focused on what i had to do and keeping my spirits up, even through her own turmoils and hectic schedules. I know, no matter what/where/when or how i do it, i’ll never be able to properly thank her for being there for me.
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Its now 20 hours past that hour. Dad is now eating, sleeping and talking normally. Thank God. If ever i doubted His presence.. I dont now. This past week, God has worked miracles around us, making us realize that truly no matter what we do, its in his hands afterall. And i’ve also realized.. Just how much i love my father.