You’re breathing your last few breaths on the operation table with doctors doing their best to save you.. but its not really in their hands..
Do you have a little more of a fight left in you to see it through… back to life?
Its not that he’s never done it before..and surely for him and his girlfriend who are in two separate rooms with doctors working hard to save their lives, He knew he had to fight doubly hard for the both of them to make it alive. It didn’t look good.
He did promise her parents, he would bring their daughter back before nightfall and he was not one to go back on his word – of course there was just one problem, he didn’t know how long this would take.
What would it feel if you could overlook everything’s that’s been happening… from the outside but can do nothing about it?
Fighting between life and death, would time be on their side this time round? It was already more than a couple of hours in surgery by the time the families got to the hospital. It wasn’t really the time to know how it all happened but more the time to pray and hope for the best.
How could I let go, there were so many people here at the hospital who were praying for us.. as I whispered into my baby’s ears;
“we need to hold on Debra, we need to hang on for the people who love us”
It was after what seemed like the longest 3 and a half hours of surgery, did the doctor finally come out and say,
“You’re son’s heart is beating but with the help of a machine, the next 24 hours is critical”.
What did he care? What about Debra? How was she doing?
Every passing hour seemed liked forever, Debra’s mum and dad hadn’t moved from their seats, I needed to assure them that everything would be alright, their Debra would be fine – she would come back home. It was all out of a sudden when we heard on the intercom;
Paging Dr. Dennis, ITS AN EMERGENCY, Dr Dennis – Room No 411.
It was me.. the body that lay on the bed was not responding and the heart rate had steadily kept decreasing at a fast pace…did it mean??? My vision was getting blurrier, why couldn’t I see anything clearly any more? ..they were trying to keep me alive but I didn’t have any fight in me left.. but Debra.. I struggled to get to her room, I held her hands tight, closing my eyes –
“you’re going home Debra, you’re going back home”.
As a straight line showed on the monitor, the doctor turned around and said,
“I’m sorry, he didn’t make it..”
Down the hallway in room 402, there seemed to be activity happening there too – the patient was responding, so was her heart rate improving gradually.
For that mini second, it was an ‘all Allan-Debra moment’ there!
Welcome back Debra!
This was a dream I got, a few weeks ago.. I didn’t know what to make of it, so I thought the best thing to do, would be to convert it into a blog post. It lay in my drafts, until I finally decided to post it. The best part of it was, I woke up smiling..