The mother wanted to go to the botanical garden in the afternoon and we all got ready to leave at 1500hrs. We were about to leave when we got a call that cancer-auntie had fits.
When we arrived, the ambulance had just taken her away. Her hubby and two of my aunties had gone with her also, leaving her son (my cousin) at home. So we accompanied him for a while until we heard further news. The uncle said the auntie was still in the emergency ward and things were still uncertain. He told us to wait a while.
We got restless waiting at the Hougang house and so, the mother, cousin. Lexie and I decided to go to Vivocity to cheer the cousin up. He was behaving slightly indifferent to his 'chaotic' surrounding but I guess that's just his defence mechanism.
We hung around Vivocity and waited for further notice. At around 1845hrs, we left for the General Hospital. My other relatives were all at the foodcourt...gathering before seeing the auntie. The hospital has this idiotic rule of allowing only 2 people to visit a patient at a time so it makes it hard for all of us to go in.
I know why the rule is created...but I cant help being..urgh..about it because it is inconvenient.
At around 2000hrs we all left foodcourt and lingered at the lobby. Remember the 2-ppl rule? Well, 2 people were given green stickers and one can only enter the wards if you have a sticker on you. I went roaming for a sticker, hoping that somebody will paste it on a wall after visiting a friend. I resorted to asking an old lady who was on her way out of the hospital for her sticker.
So I went up to see the auntie. I really wish things didnt have to come to this - seeing her so worse for wear.
Because the 2-ppl rule of the hospital is flawed (you just pass the stickers around), all of us ended up being able to visit the auntie at the same time. We massaged her, gave her words of encouragement...some cried in a corner..etc. The mother and other aunties wept while I ... choked so many times on my tears. The cancer ward was depressing. Across the hall way, a lady was moaning for her mother in another ward. God knows if her mother is still alive or not. You know, when one is dying, one has weird desires or visions.
I looked at the auntie and I actually forgot how to read Al-Fatihah, a prayer verse Muslims read at least 10 times a day. I was stuck at the opening line as I stood there looking at her. I panicked...and had to walk away to clear my mind. Words came back thankfully. If I couldnt remember the verse at all, I should panic cause I could be the one who was dying. In a less glorious manner some more.
The auntie just turned 49 last week. She, the figure in front of me, was a shadow of her past vitality. All bald, skin and bones. Uncommunicative.
I saw her holding on to her hubby'ss hand, bringing his hand to her cheek. That is love, my friends. Sticking through thick and thin, through health and sickness, through good and bad, till death do you apart.
We all left around 2130hrs when the guards 'chased' us away. We were reluctant of course. Tomorrow, I am suppose to accompany the cousin at the hospital because the uncle is working afternoon shift. I actually had taken the day off tomorrow to catch up on sleep and a bit of work at my own leisure pace. On hindsight, it's like I kind of know, haha.
All right. Ibrahimovic had just scored for Barcelona, against Real Madrid and that's how things are supposed to be. Funny how watching a football match can soothe the sad soul in me. I guess I've developed the skill of finding peace among the chaos around me.
Haha, that's kind of hardcore, yeah?
P/S: Friends and frienemies, I'll ask of one thing from you - please pray for my auntie, Rosnah Binte Misban. Whatever faiths or beliefs, I'll appreciate it. I can not ask for more.
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