When We Grow Old...

My heart sank when I saw her lying uncomfortably on the bed. Her bruised veiny arms so frail - tugged my heart. I hugged her. Wanting so much to give her all the love and care she rightly deserves - as a woman, a mother and a grandmother...

Ah ma had a fall at home. It cost her 3 bones at her upper thigh - medically 'non-strategic' as plaster is not an option. Her leg is stretched in a fixed position by weights. As she retold the accident and hospital admission, I could hear her fear and loneliness. She was pushed from one room to another and being illiterate, she felt so lost, doubtful and disoriented. She settled down in a 2 bedded room - took time to calm herself and adapt to this new environment (challenging for someone who rarely steps out of her home).

After about 6 nights in the hospital, she was discharged. Brought back to her familiar surrounding. She regained her appetite and was at ease. Her favourite son flew back from the US. Her spirit was lifted. But as the days went by, not being able to move, even to a sweet spot to sleep frustrated her. She was uncomfortable. She felt hopeless. She told me:

"I should be crying out loud but I can't. How could I've become like this? How did I fall? Has God forsaken me, and not love me anymore?"

I teared. Went out of the room - wanting to hide my sorrows from her. I was saddened. I prayed for God's healing hands to be upon her. For her brittle bones to be strong. Above all, for her to feel God's love and peace. She needs Him and she is calling out for Him.

She is made as comfortable as possible - with air-conditioner, portable bed (for sitting position), cable tv. But I guess all she really wants is FREEDOM, being able to move around and admire her garden.

Will continue to pray for her, believing that He will heal her...