9th May 2008…
Imagine getting a call one fine day in office from your mother telling you that “Daddy has been admitted in the hospital.”
I freeze… Did I hear that right?… My dad who is actually quite active ( touch wood, touch black) in the hospital… How could that happen and God, why me?
“What happened and who is along with him,” is my next question to my mom. Well turns out that my uncle is with him and thankfully not my mom who could be a bundle of nerves when it comes to such situations… I tell her not to worry and I am leaving the office to reach the hospital…
My next call is to my husband where I have broken down… crying and crying … Why my dad?
Isn’t that the only question we ask God sometimes... Why me... Why my family…
Well, we both rushed to the hospital from our respective workplaces…
I did call up my uncle in the interim once I got a hold over myself… to get a clarity on the situation… He informed me that it was partial facial paralysis… Doctors had to keep him under observation for the next 72 hours because it normally tends to worsen in that period…
There I was caught in TIME… Suddenly nothing else mattered… Not my work, not the trains, not the money, not the gym which was then my latest fad, nothing else… but my dad’s recovery…
Well, we did spend the next three days in the hospital… but now that I look back at it… IT doesn’t matter…
My dad has almost recovered…And I could only thank God for the quick recovery…
Did I mention the cause for my Dad’s Bells Palsy.. DIABETES with the sugars at 387… Gosh !!! I cannot imagine this situation again…
For all the rat races we run… It’s sometimes God’s way of slowing us down…
Thursday, July 3, 2008
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