Heart

Yesterday, my daddy went to the park with my mummy for their routined morning walk. I wasn’t there because I was a sleepy head. I was still wrapped in my warm blanket when the house phone annoyingly rang. I picked the call and my mummy said text your Mee Che now, tell her that daddy fainted during his jog. But my phone was barred and I was panicking without anyone at home to give me a helpful suggestion.

Before I know it I was on my way to the hospital. By that time, my mummy and Mee Che were already there. Kah Che meanwhile was rushing in the airport, catching the earliest and fastest flight possible from China to return to Malaysia. My daddy had a serious case of heart attack. It was frightening, his heart rate was only 50 and he was pale and all energy was drawn from his body. I stood by him and hold his hand and he was mumbling something to me but it made little sense.

The doctor gave him two pills to help dilute his blood but that didn’t work. The nurses had a third one on stand by and the doctor decide to give him a jab. I’ve never been so afraid in my life. Just looking at my strong and macho daddy, who usually teases me and crack jokes lying motionless there, connected to machines and wires a plenty is heartbreaking. Life is shocking in that way, just the night before I was watching TV with him and making him a peanut butter sandwich and this morning a heart attack strikes with no previous symptoms.

Everyone was frightened. But among all the anxiety, sitting beside my Kah Che and Mee Che and my mummy along with some of the relatives that came to visit was comforting.

So last night, Mee Che and I spent the night in the musty sofas of the waiting room beside the Cardio Intensive Care Unit, spiritually supporting our daddy as he waits for the critical 48 hours to pass. I’m so worn out right now. It’s so ironic. When things happen and you have no power to change the situation, you turn to God. I feel so guilty because I hate it when I only remember the power of prayer during these hours, but still I prayed earnestly for God’s healing on daddy.

God is so good. Daddy is better now. And all of us could breathe a little easier. He is still in ICU, still waiting to do scans and check-ups to decide if operations are necessary. The worst seems to be over now. But there’s still much left to do. At the moment, I think all my heart is taken up with care for my daddy. We’re very eager to accompany my daddy on his journey to recovery.

Praise the lord (‘: