A Note To God

Last week I was counting down on my birthday. I thought I was happy counting down, thinking of changing hairstyle etc. I’d even got it couple of days before my birthday.

On my birthday eve, I met an old friend. She was my school mate. whom I did not meet since school ended. After I went to the National Service, I went to study nursing in KL. Three years later, I started work in Mahkota Medical Centre where I coincidentally saw her, but she was unaware of it as I was in a lift. I noted about it to her in her Facebook page, in which she replied.

Last April, she was admitted overnight for blood transfusion. Finally I met her that night when her father called me to inform that the blood has been completed. When I went into the room, we were both surprised to see each other. She waved at me happily, and I waved back. But we didn’t manage to talk much that night as I had work to do. The next day, she was discharged.

Back to my birthday eve. I worked on morning shift that day, as the in charge. Admission counter called to inquire an admission, in which I gave a bed number for them to arrange. Little did I know that time that I was arranging her admission, and I missed the time when she came in. I only got to know about her when a colleague of mine mentioned her name for her blood to be taken. Then I went to take a look on her. This time, she looked pale. She was shivering, she lost much weight and her face swelled up due to the amount of steroid she had taken for her condition.

On my birthday, I went to the ward to look for a colleague. I glanced at the name board; her name was not there. I thought she had been discharged, which I thought was great. The next day, I went to work only to realize that she was being transferred to ICU the day before and was started on dialysis, and just got transferred in again. I managed to have a conversation with her the next day; I’d spent some time to sit her up, for her to have her meal. I prepared and served her medications, and made sure that she was at her best comfort level before I left the room.

Yesterday, I went to shop with my mother with a few plans; to get a teddy and a get well card to give her. I thought of buying flower for her later and give it to her after my night shift. Today, I worked noon shift. I was surprised to see that she had been transferred out to ICU again. Though my colleague said that it was just as a monitoring purpose, but I didn’t feel good about it. I got a chance to go to ICU to borrow a machine, and I waved at her. I could see her smile, but she was too weak to wave back at me. I had a short conversation with her before I had to leave.

After work, I went to see her with the gift and card I bought, which I had prepared last night. That time her dialysis has just completed. She looked better. She closed her eyes when I went, but I wasn’t sure if she was asleep. I touched her hand, and called out her name. She opened her eyes and smiled. She asked me if I just finished work. Then I showed to her the gifts I brought, and opened the card for her to read. I wrote in Chinese, and she was overwhelmed when she saw it. She held the teddy I gave, and read the card I wrote. I asked her if she likes them; she nodded and said thank you. I left after saying goodbye, and gave the gift to her parents before I head back home with tears flowing down my cheeks.

Dear God, please spare some time on my friend. Please lessen her suffering, and give her health. I pray for all that all the time, each and every second.