We come across many people, many events, many occasions and several news from all corners of the world every single day. Some news you hear and you feel sorry for. Some news you hear and you empathise with. Rarely do we hear something that hurts the soul and I am struggling with a news that’s pricking my soul for quiet sometime now.
My brother-in-law’s younger sister is 29 years old. She got married 4 years ago to this wonderful person she fell in love with. She has been my sister’s best buddy ever since my sister was married into their family. She is a very nice person. Her jokes are endless and her smiles always adorn her face.
As what life does, she had her own ups and downs. She underwent a miscarriage and after a brief longing was blessed with a baby girl who is a living doll. 4 months after the birth of her child, tragedy struck. She fainted during one of the Logo’s Retreat Centre Prayer meetings.
On checkup’s it was revealed that she was suffering from cancer that had spread to her brain, lungs, breast and now her spinal cord. It is almost a year after her diagnosis. She has been battling chemo’s and radiation therapies with the hope of living for her precious daughter. The demon of cancer has been living in her secretly without showing any kind of a symptom.
Alas, it’s too late now. As doc’s call it the palliative care – She is said to be on her death bed. No medical intervention is to bring her out of her illness. She has enough number of relatives and friends around her. She has lost hopes. Please pray for her if you possible can. I generally do not reveal names on my blog – but her name is worth a mention just for your prayers. Her name is Rachel Andrea.
What tore my heart is the fact that her husband has stood by her through all odds. The gem of a person he is has mentioned ” You, will be alright – doll ” to a bed ridden, diaper clad wife. She has lost all sensitivities bottom down. One of her hands have given up. Her mouth no longer holds food and she has lost control of her body, except may be her tears.
What tore my soul is the fact that her little toddler walks up to her bed and calls out.. ..”amma” “amma” the words that every mother longs to hear, as she sleeps unconscious and oblivious of her own little angel’s voice.
No one should undergo what this mother has endured. Life’s realities can be so harsh.