I lived in a family of six. Being the youngest in the family and the most introverted one make it hard for my parents to entered into my “world”.
Life was pretty good. Serving actively in church for 7 years as a cgl, working in accounts as what you have been pursuing till life crisis hit you hard right in front of you.
In April 2017, my dad was diagnosed with stage 4 prostate cancer. Even with much worry in our hearts, we had to brace ourselves to go through this ordeal with him.
A few months later in August 2017, I organized an advanced birthday party for myself with a small circle of family and friends.
However little did I expect that the day before the party, my ever active mum was admitted to the hospital for a fever and was later diagnosed with a mild heart attack. It came as a shock for us as there were no past history of heart attack in our family, nor did my mum had a prior medical history of this condition.This was yet another ordeal for us.
Her health deteriorated. Preliminary scans showed that there were two main arteries that were 100% blocked and another one was partially blocked. The rest of this journey went like this:
24 Aug 17: The hospital could not do much about the blocked operations. They did a balloon operation to help open up the arteries.
26 Aug 17: After the operation, she seemed better and was transferred out of the high dependency ward to a normal ward. In the midst of recovering, she was transferred to a community hospital for rehabilitation.
19 Sep 17: She was transferred back urgently to the first hospital due to acute kidney damage caused by her weak heart. On top of that, her potassium level went up. She now needed to undergo dialysis for her kidney to remove the excess water and high potassium in her body.
22 Sep 17: Her condition improved and she was transferred back to the normal ward.
26 Sep 17: She was transferred back to the high dependency ward due to overloading of water. To remove the fluid, she was prescribed special medicine. Factoring in her weak kidneys and heart, the dosage prescribed had to be low.
5 Oct 2017: Her sodium level increased and her kidney was once again affected again. She had to undergo dialysis that same day.
6 Oct 2017: Her condition became critical.
Her bp went down so low that dialysis had to be stopped. Her body started to reject all medication.
10 Oct 2017: The doctors performed an urgent resuscitation on my mum. She was sedated with an invasive ventilation tube.
20 Oct 2017: After 3 dialysis sessions, her kidney was still not performing its function of flushing out the toxins. She now required a very delicate balance of medication to keep her going. If dialysis did not work, doctors may have to insert a 40cm balloon tube into her heart. However , that would put her at risk of forming blood clots. Finally, they insisted on a balloon to help pump her heart. The balloon could only be in her heart for 14 days. Without the balloon, my mum’s heart would have to be strong enough to pump on its own.
On the 11th day, her doctor called us and told us that there was nothing they could do. The other hospital, which specialized in heart conditions, also rejected her for an operation due to her age.
With much desperation and only 3 days left till the balloon had to be removed, we found a private cardiologist who is highly regarded among specialists. He reviewed mum’s case and was confident to perform the procedure to put in a mechanical heart. With the mechanical heart, she would be able to have more blood pumped into the body. Once her heart was strong enough, other doctors would be able to treat the kidney condition.
27 Oct 2017: We spoke to our mum’s primary doctor in the first hospital and he was agreeable to her transfer. She underwent the mechanical heart operation at the second hospital. Everything went smoothly and the procedure was a success.
Mum started to recover. With that, we decided to transfer her out to a third hospital for rehabilitation.
1 Feb 2018: After the transfer to the rehabilitation hospital, her condition took a turn for the worst and she was diagnosed with pneumonia. There was infection and water in her lungs. Her white blood cell count was increasing.
7 Feb 2018: My mum was Alert. Minimal ventilator requirement. Blood pressure & pump parameters was stable. The White cell count was still.
15 Feb 2018: A day before CNY, there were still air in my mum’s lungs. The hospital are still fighting to drill out the air.
We spend the CNY at icu with her. Still fighting all kind of sickness she need to.
26 Feb 2018: she was transferred out to High Dependence Ward.
Mar18: Her health gotten better and started to eat solid food.
In 1-2 weeks time, she will be discharging back home after 9months.
It has been a very tough period for the family when both our parents fell severely sick at the same time. Every day was a battle. I woke up each morning thinking “ok what is the next battle to fight?” It is all about running from hospital to hospital.
But one thing is very evident – God has been with us all.
My parents have never supported my going to church and have always objected to me being so involved. Nevertheless, throughout this one year, God’s healing power and love have shown so evidently through this journey with them. They became Christians. My mum was even baptised after she had an amazing encounter with God in her dream. My dad’s cancer PSA reading decreased also.
My faith was shipwrecked, emotionally I didn’t “rest” for a good two years. My cg was disbanded in Jun16, after which I have a breakup in Aug16 , my granny passed away in oct16, my dad was diagnosed with prostate cancer on Apr17 and mum’s heart issue from Aug17 – till date.
It seems like I finally could have a breather for myself. My faith was built up because of my parents’s faith in God. They showed me how a child like faith could move the Hands of God. They showed me how trusting and believing could move God’s grace and power.
From a typical parents that forbid me to go to church, now my dad attended two services. He can’t wait to attend church with my mum.
For years, I always wondered to myself in what way could my parents ever will believe in this God?. On the day of my baptism in year 2011. They were so pissed that I made such decision. The only person that turned up at my baptism was my elder Sister. I knew God have been there from the very start and He have already wrote the story of our lives.
Thank you my friends for being here during these period. The time to let me be myself. The forcing me out for a steamboat. The time to just doing nothing make everything easier for me. I am blessed to have you .
I am so sorry for those that I didn’t gave my best to be the Friend that you needed these few months.
Through it all, I could say God is faithful and true till the end 🙂