It has been ages since I was here, my laptop crashed and yeah...it was very lonely without it...AS In SERIOUSLY!!
So today am here and am sad, My aunt Selina is battling for her life in hospital...let me share her story. I have to say I didn't know her so well initially. She is married to my mum's small bro. She was always so quiet but very jolly with a smile that lit any room she walked into. So auntie was diagnosed with breast cancer early last year. As the designate family doc am usually sent ahead of the whole battalion to get the medical info simplified then I lay it down in simple words. On the day I saw her in hospital, she was the calmest soul I have met so far....mind you she had just undergone a radical mastectomy(at this point it is OK to google). And she told me the sequence of events that led to that surgery and how her doc didn't even give her a chance to think about the mastectomy and how she had been rushed to theatre only to wake up with the left breast missing...OK, fine am a medic and these things we see day in day out but whenever it happens to our own, the shoe totally sucks and smells whilst on the other foot!!
So auntie had surgery and immediately started on chemotherapy. I remember calling her and she would be the one giving me encouragement that it shall be well and we were going to fight this..(NB:...WE) as in she was always the stronger one. A few months later she convulsed in her house, rushed to hospital, and my worst fears were confirmed, the damn monster had reared his ugly head into my aunt's brain, when the doc told her what was going on, I saw the slightest flicker of fear, discouragement and sadness which was quickly replaced by a smile and determination, her words, we will beat this! She then embarked on another ravaging course of chemotherapy and radiotherapy, always smiling, always forging ahead, always strong willed and that smile....that one that lit any room she walked into.
Two days ago, I called her, she had just come from hospital, after a blood transfusion and she told me she felt great, she felt a real improvement and this time....WE HAD BEATEN IT! I smiled....I knew she was smiling too. That was two days ago......Today, she lay on the ICU bed, tubes running allover in and out of her, her head bald...from the chemotherapy effects. I talked to her...I hope she could hear me. Auntie...we WILL BEAT this, but above all, God, let your will be done.
