The day started as any other. I went to school and did my normal stuff.
But when the transporter picked me up, she told me my father had to take Amma (mother), to the hospital.
I was scared and worried. I saw an ambulance outside our home. I ran up the stairs, threw my bag aside, and hurried to Amma’s room.
Daddy was there with her. He asked if I wanted to go with them to the hospital. I said yes. Amma was awake but not aware of her surroundings.
I began to feel emotional as I kept imagining the worst-case scenario. Daddy said to be strong, not to give up. Most importantly, keep praying for Amma.
The paramedics rushed her into the ambulance, and I followed, sitting beside Amma, holding her hand all the way to Sunway Medical Centre.
I had to be strong for her. The left side of her face was twitching. The hospital staff allowed me to follow Amma into the emergency room.
They kept asking me questions, but I couldn’t answer because I was still in shock.
They explained that her blood sugar level was extremely high, over 54, and told me that we could complete the registration after my Dad – who had driven himself to the hospital – arrived.
When he arrived, they started asking him the same questions they had asked me. My Dad was able to provide some answers.
They performed a CT scan as they suspected there might be bleeding in the brain, but it proved inconclusive.
We then spoke to a neurologist – Dr Steve – who decided to sedate and intubate her to help her breathe. They said it was a life-or-death situation.
Next, we met the endocrinologist – Dr Siti. She explained that one of the probable reasons was because of Amma’s diabetes.
She was very calm and told us that she would do everything to make sure Amma was better. I found a bit of hope in her voice.
Several relatives started arriving, but only two people were allowed into the room. So, they took turns visiting Amma.
Suddenly, Amma’s blood pressure crashed. All I could do was pray and hope that God would perform a miracle. I needed one at that time.
God answered my prayers, and Amma pulled through. After nearly two weeks in the hospital, she was finally allowed to go home.
It’s been four months since her ordeal, and Amma is recovering. She is slowly learning to walk without a walker.
I’m glad and thankful that I can be with her, and even though it’s hard to talk about the past, this serves as a testimony of God’s greatness.
My Amma always says that life is very short. You must appreciate whoever or whatever you have, as it might disappear in a second.
As a 12-year-old, this experience was quite hard to grasp, but I take it as a lesson: Always remember to be there for your loved ones.
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