These
last few days have been very challenging. Last Friday I took my father to his
doctor, this time for his regular check up. There is no hospital on the island
so we have to travel to the nearest town 1 and ½ hours by ferry. Tuff life. My
brother waited there for us and took us around by car. The heat was unbearable, from 39 to 42 °C. My
father is 78 and cope really well after his 4th brain surgery that he had again
in February of this year.
It was a
long, long way to get to the diagnosis... First time ever he was diagnosed with
the brain tumor was
August 2003. His tumor was huge, bigger than the brain itself and chances for
him to survive were 0. He had to be operated urgently but all hospitals refused
to do it. Somehow we privately got in touch with (still) the best neurosurgeon
in the country (I should even say he's one of the best in the world – he is
active in some world's hospitals, indeed) who agreed he would do it. But he was
almost 500 kms away and so we had to fly there as soon as possible. My father
was in really, really bad condition at that time, had a stroke as well, could
not walk and was immobilised. To get him on the airplane with a special
permission issued by hospital we had to wait for 3 or 4 days till agreement
between hospital and air company could be settled. Our new friend neurosurgeon
warned us we did not have time and even seconds counted so we took him into
that plane as normal passenger under our own responsibility.
He was
taken under the surgery already next day, only 3 days after the diagnosis, on
his 72nd birthday on 22.08.2003. It was near to 8 hours long surgery. After 3
days he was taken to operating room again as the brain was so swollen it had no
room to expand and therefore started bleeding. His skull was opened again and
the bone removed to leave the space for the brain.
After we signed him into that hospital for the surgery my brother flew back
home for work and other duties but I decided to stay. I just could not go back
to work and leave him there in such state. At the end, I stayed there with him
for a bit more than 2 months assisting him all the time. At first he was not
recovering well and not waking up at all for almost a month. His head was huge,
swollen and bruised, and his brain pulsing out under the skin with no bone to
protect it.
Doctors
were telling me each and every day that even though he has survived so far his
chances still were 0. His internal organs were daying out and not functioning
at all and pneumonia started already. There was nothing left to do. However,
after two weeks or so of absolute uncertainty I called my supervisor at work to
tell him I was not coming back (my contract was expiring in November, anyway).
When my
father finally woke up after almost one month post surgery it was pure miracle
witnessed by everyone evolved: he woke up talking normally knowing not only the
season (it was Autumn already!) but he also knew the day and the hour, he was
full of energy, he talked normally, he could see, he could hear, he could read,
but he could not walk yet. His recovery afterwords was so quick and so purely
miraculous. He was back on his own feet in less than two weeks time! The whole
thing was life changing for all of us, especially for me. It was a time for all
of us to except The Miracle, The Force or God if you prefer to call it.
So many
times in my life I witnessed such Presence but choose to neglect it. I choose
to call it coincidence, instead (but learned there is no such thing!).
I've been deeply hypnotized by others as well as my own self that I choose not
to believe. No matter those rare but powerful times when I was really present
in my awereness and could feel and see The Miracle in front of me unfolding
pure, powerful and indescribable I would still prefer to call it coincidence.
This time
it was serious and real, and the most powerful ever. The Force took the care of
each of us from the day one of our battle. Despite all problems with limited
fisical human forms called doctors who refused us, all obstacles that were
there in front of us, in 3 days time we've found the way to a new life without
knowing anything at all. When looking back at the whole thing you just have no
slightest idea of how you did it. The only thing that is certain is that indeed
you were guided, transported, helped and protected by The Force, by God.
When you have no choice you surrender and witnes The Miracle. There's nothing
left to do but acknowledge it, say Thank You and remain grateful forever
after.
Stay
connected. Be connected. Here and now. Be present and be aware. As everything
does happen for a reason.
