I am deeply saddened after hearing that a fellow reader who is currently sick-bedded in hospital. Hereby, I will like to extend my sincere prayers to her, hoping that she can be blessed with good health again. Instead of gushing words of condolences, I will share my personal testimony. Perhaps no words are more powerful than personal experience. I sincerely hope it can help her in one way or another.
More than seven years ago, I was hospitalized for approximately two weeks. It was a period when I supposedly shining both in my career and life. Yet, my health suffered more than just a slight glitch. Instead, it can be truly fatal if remedy comes late. I will likely say goodbye to this beautiful world with many bags of regrets!
I remember vividly receiving a call from my Family doctor who uttered in a wheezing tone that I had to be admitted to the hospital immediately. For a start, the daze and confusion overshadowed the fear. It was not only when I was waiting in the government hospital for hours before admission, that the fear becomes palpable, sending shivers down my spine. Thoughts of "Will I die?" keep racking my mind.
Once admitted, I was infused with pines of blood into my body, and had to go through many painful diagnostic tests to find the source of my problem. Worst of all, I was without food for days, just glucose Intravenous therapy. Just when all odds seem against me, somehow miraculously my fear and pain was later overcome and transformed into faith of recovery.
Why and how is this so? Perhaps the sickness is just a test in life or a test of my faith?
Looking back, I attributed the recovery to:
1) The undivided care and support from my family especially my wife, and the frequent visits from relatives and friends providing strong support to my mental well-being.
2) The faith and belief that I am able to overcome my illness and not die at such a young age, especially when I still have so many things left unaccomplished in life.
3) The positive thinking that the illness may just be blessing in disguise to give me a well-deserved break from my very hectic work schedule. It could well also be a wake-up call, reminding that I must start living a healthier and a more balanced life.
While on the hospital bed, I always set my minds on all the happy things I am going to do once I am discharged. I forget everything about work, targets, deadlines etc. Let go....!
Almost every night, my wife will after her working hours, accompanied me in the hospital to watch at least one episode of our favourite HK TVB serial from our own computer. It is like life as normal back at home with the good exception that I have no mandate whatsoever to be at office in the day!
In times when I am feeling better, I will chit chat with my hospital room-mates to pass time. I still remember there is this old roommate. Despite his uncontrollable poo that can stink the whole room, he will always give me a gentle wave and purified smile in the morning. His simple genuine gesture brightened my day much more than the poo that stink the room.
Because I am staying for a longer time in the hospital, I will witness roommates discharged one-by-one, while I am still bedridden. This is demoralizing! I devised that one very good way to alleviate this dejection is to feel happy for those being discharged and hope that they can grow healthier.
I also take time to read beyond my work, something I had yet to do so, due to the lack of time back then. In particular, my former boss visited me, prayed for me and handed me a spiritual book to read. It is about divine healing. The inner peace generated from reading helps in my recovery too.
The old Mediacorp TV serials in the morning or late at night also provide me with a nostalgic sense of my happy childhood.
I was finally discharged when my blood level was out of the danger zone. After many tests, the doctors were still unable to find the cause for my problems. There is no firm diagnosis, although I was prescribed with medications.
With my loved ones around me, I continue to stay happy, positive and have total faith in my own recovery! And yes, I recovered fast.
Today, I have a strong belief that most illnesses are consequence of worries and fears. The worries and stresses accumulated from work and relationships; the fears of not having enough in life or not able to meet the expectations set in our life. The worries and fears often translate into anger, grudges and unhappiness which in a later stage develop into sickness in our body.
Some people think that money is the solution to their problems. The poor often misunderstand that the rich has lesser problems than they do, and think that by being rich, all their problems including health issues will be eliminated. In fact, it is the opposite. For most rich people I know, they often have more serious and complicated problems. It is probably due to the egocentric behaviors that most wealthy people have, resulting in the reluctance to confess their mistakes, and to repent. Money is essentially the root of most problems since human evolution.
To end, I sincerely hope that anyone who encountered sickness can have faith in their recovery by staying positive and most importantly knowing and treasuring the fact that their loved ones will be always around them.
Hope my humble personal experience helps. Speedy Recovery!