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Thursday, September 21, 2006
In your mighty hands
The past two weeks or so has been perhaps one of the most trying periods for my family. A simple piles operation that my dad had undergone has caused much complications that he had no choice but to have another operation. We were really angry cos the first surgeon did not do a good job for my dad. There was no follow-up done...nothing at all. It's all out of pure negligence that this has to happen.
After his first operation, we were all so worried cos he was unable to urinate. His stomach was bloated like a pregnant woman. After much prayer, he finally passed out some urine. We thought that everything was back to normal since he was able to urinate. However, the following 7 days were horrible. There was pain at his affected area. After the 7th day, he was happy that he actually passed out blood cos to him, he perceived the blood as a post- operative symptom. But we became too worried when he started to go to the toilet every 1 hour. And whenever he stands, blood would flow. When my dad showed me the amount of blood, I was shocked. The toilet bowl was filled with pools of blood. It's at least 5 times worst as compared to menstruation. Worried strickened, we called the ambulance and immediately rush him to Mount Elizabeth. We decided that perhaps he should not go back to the same old doctor in NUH. Aunty Stephanie was really nice. She called her doctor-friend to see to my dad. That night, on sat, he was admitted. He slept through the night without any excretion of blood. On sun, 10 minutes after my mum stepped into the house, we received a call from my dad. He did not say anything but requested my mum to go to the hospital immediately. He sounded really depressed. Sis and I felt that something was not right, so all my siblings tagged along. Before our eyes, he signed the operation form. He was afraid and was shivering. The reason why he went for another surgery was because after my mum left the hospital, he went to the toilet and passed out 3 bowls of blood. At that moment, he felt faint and vision was blurred. He was given blood transfusion immediately. The doctor was really assuring and encouraging. He told us that everything will be fine after the operation. The 1 hour long operation seemed like eternity. After the operation, when my dad was wheeled out of the operation theatre, he was groaning in pain and calling for help. It's saddening to see people close to you suffering and all you want to do is to help him but you just can't. The whole night he was crying for help, and he was asking us to keep praying for him.
Sitting beside his bed, I questioned the Lord like how Job questioned God. I asked the Lord why my dad has to go through the operation this way? why wasn't the first operation a successful one? Why must bad things happen to good people? Lord, do you really like to see your child suffer? I felt that it was so hard to trust God. Yeah, as one of the song lyrics state...God is too good to be mistaken, God is too wise to be unkind. When you experience trials, do you actually believe in this promise? That God is all so loving, so pure and so kind? But as I was doing my QT, God revealed to me that He is in control. Psalm 55:22 "Cast your cares on the Lord and He will sustain you; He will never let the righteous fall." It is not wrong to question God but perhaps, when things have been entrusted to Him, we should practice simple faith in whom we believe. My dad was right. He was telling me and some of his friends how important health is and how relationship is just as important. He mentioned too that if you have everything in the world- a successful career, lots of cash...but do not cherish your health and people that are dear to you, what's life then? At the end of the day, it zooms down to 'relationships' and the many lives that you want to impact on this earth.
posted by The voice within @
6:55 AM
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