What is the point of giving up?
When on Tuesday the doctors told us that puaji is not terminally ill any more, I felt a wave of relief. "Be prepared for everything. It is possible she might even go back to the state she was in before." they warned us gravely. We are aware. And we are prepared.
Puaji surprised everyone. I think back to last Friday when, in her room, the speech therapist reminded us of puaji's life reaching its end. Puaji was awake and listening attentively.
Luckily, mum, who was challenging the care protocol, asked for the discussion to be moved else where. When we returned, puaji whispered in my ear "They will be surprised!". And yes, they have been. We all have been. Perhaps, it's because of the holy water.
In between her mumblings, puaji asserted that she will not give up. "I won't give up! What is the point of giving up!?" she stated with conviction as she tried to lift herself unsuccessfully. Indeed, Puaji's will and determination, mixed with mum's experience and perseverance, have worked wonders.
She has inspired me. What is the point of giving up? There is no point. Nothing to be accomplished by throwing in the towel. Granted an extension for my university course work, I sit in the hospital coffee shop to go through some of the problem sheets before tackling the assessment. Yes, I would rather be in her room, but she is not far, just a short walk away; and, she is currently in good company.
I must work hard, find the right balance. I must approach my studies conscious that what I will learn now, if I apply myself, will enable me to make a better contribution. If I cannot do it all, that is fine. But I must not do less than what I am capable of doing.
But as I work on myself, I must also keep in mind the needs of others. Make sure that they remain in my sight and that I do my best for them too.
"I might panic. I might be scared..." whispered puaji last week. Tears often rolled down her cheeks. "I am calm." she said smiling today. Perhaps, her calmness comes from the knowledge that she is getting better. They have finally given her a N-G tube. The physiotherapist came to see her yesterday and, aided, she sat up for the first time since the start of the whole ordeal.
Everything is going to be okei!
Puaji surprised everyone. I think back to last Friday when, in her room, the speech therapist reminded us of puaji's life reaching its end. Puaji was awake and listening attentively.
Luckily, mum, who was challenging the care protocol, asked for the discussion to be moved else where. When we returned, puaji whispered in my ear "They will be surprised!". And yes, they have been. We all have been. Perhaps, it's because of the holy water.
In between her mumblings, puaji asserted that she will not give up. "I won't give up! What is the point of giving up!?" she stated with conviction as she tried to lift herself unsuccessfully. Indeed, Puaji's will and determination, mixed with mum's experience and perseverance, have worked wonders.
She has inspired me. What is the point of giving up? There is no point. Nothing to be accomplished by throwing in the towel. Granted an extension for my university course work, I sit in the hospital coffee shop to go through some of the problem sheets before tackling the assessment. Yes, I would rather be in her room, but she is not far, just a short walk away; and, she is currently in good company.
I must work hard, find the right balance. I must approach my studies conscious that what I will learn now, if I apply myself, will enable me to make a better contribution. If I cannot do it all, that is fine. But I must not do less than what I am capable of doing.
But as I work on myself, I must also keep in mind the needs of others. Make sure that they remain in my sight and that I do my best for them too.
"I might panic. I might be scared..." whispered puaji last week. Tears often rolled down her cheeks. "I am calm." she said smiling today. Perhaps, her calmness comes from the knowledge that she is getting better. They have finally given her a N-G tube. The physiotherapist came to see her yesterday and, aided, she sat up for the first time since the start of the whole ordeal.
Everything is going to be okei!
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