Bucket of Ice Water

The last couple of days have been rather hectic for my family and me. I had to rush my mother to the emergency room. After endless hours of being at the hospital, we didn’t receive the greatest news. While I listened to the doctor, suddenly, everything became slow motion-like. It was like a bucket of ice water for us. I saw my mother cry, and I just didn’t know what to do. She might need a liver transplant we were told.

The doctors asked us if my mom was a drinker, a smoker, or engaged in drugs. The answer is no to every single one. She has been a faithful woman of God since her youth. But these things happen sometimes. That’s life. The doctors have limited information and explanations as to what it might have caused the liver issue. The doctor did tell us that with a healthy diet and exercise my mother can live for many years. Of course, we also need to find a specialist to scrutinize the problem.

My mother is an extrovert. During all this unfortunate event, I learned she’s very popular. Many family members and friends have been visiting and calling her. I know she loves it too. We have faith that my mother will have the victory in this battle.

In the mean, my life has been jolted spiritually, mentally, and physically. I have yet to digest the situation fully in my mind. Today, when I woke up, I felt different. I know this is a path to reflect, meditate, learn, and to increase my faith.

So many things that mattered in mind suddenly became meaningless. I must be strong for my family, especially for my mother. I have to admit my mother is much stronger than I am, and she’s full of faith and hope. As a family, we are hopeful, and that’s all that matters for now.

I thank my friends who were there when I first receive the awful news. I made it through that day because of them, and I know my mother did too. I’m also grateful to everyone who has reached out to my family and me in one way or another. Thank you. And above all, I thank the Lord Jesus Christ.