Very early work of mine still sitting in the living room of my parents’ house. I made the dolls and Mum made the outfits. It is our first and the only joint effort so far.
The week before last, I received the most dreaded e-mail from Dad. Mum was doing very poorly and her doctor wanted me to come home.
Dad said that the intravenous antibiotic didn’t seem to be working this time and her temperature wasn’t coming down. She was suffering much more than the previous time she was in hospital. She developed coughs and her X-ray showed white cloudy area.
Her doctor said there was a possibility of interstitial pneumonia. It is one of the causes related to the deaths in leukemia patients. Leukemia! Has she developed leukemia?
Dad’s e-mail continues;
To my son: Please arrange to come home with your kids and wife.
To my daughter (me): Please fly home ASAP. If you cannot bring your children, come home alone. I will pay for the flights.
Dad had added, ‘although her condition is serious, Mum is determined to get well and come home’. This was the only positive news.
The next day before I head to the airport, I wrote on the MDS-UK Facebook timeline. I have had posted Mum’s story earlier that week and members and stuff have been very supportive. I received kind messages, valuable information and advice. I thought I should share the update.
I received many many kind messages again which made me feel brave and tearful at the same time. Many wished safe journey and keep hope. I felt that I did not have to go through this all on my own. Their messages meant so much to me.
However, I wondered if I could keep hope. The doctor had said pneumonia and leukemia in the same sentence, but can I still keep hope? It seemed to be too optimistic or downright delusional.
After fifteen odd hours of travelling, I regained composure a little. I promised myself not to burst into tears the minute I see her.
She had two needles stuck in her veins and she was breathing through tubes. She weakly smiled when she saw me, but struggled to speak because it triggered her coughs. But she said her temperature was coming down, and her latest X-ray showed the white cloud shrinking. She said she would come home.
And she might do just that.
After two days from our arrival, she started doing much better. Her temperature returned to normal and the coughs went away. She could sit up and talk with us two hours on end. Her appetite started coming back and her nutritionist suggested increasing food portions. She laughed a lot and joked a lot.
She is utterly amazing.
My brother came down with his family. Mum has brought us all together.It was charming to see my son playing with his little cousin although they do not speak the same language.
We cooked dinner together, and on the next day, we visited a temple to pray for Mum’s recovery. I am not at all religious, but I want to believe in all gods and angels at this moment.
This temple is in a little town my dad grew up. I haven’t had visited it for well over 30 years. I took this photo with my mobile phone! Amazing blue sky!
There are eighty eight well known temples in Shikoku island and many people pilgrimage around the island.
This temple is number 23. My grand father used bring me here often. We saw pilgrims in white outfits.
Not all on foot, but my parents visited all temples in Shikoku some years ago. They collected temples’ official seals which Mum wants in her coffin when she travel to the next life.
But that journey can be wait a bit, Mum.