Fighting for Life
Worry and anguish consumed me as I sat there, blaming myself for everything that had happened. It felt like a nightmare—one I desperately hoped to wake up from. But reality held firm.
That's when a memory came rushing back—an incident from many years ago. A child in a distant village had hanged himself after his father denied him the chance to pursue his education. I couldn't help but compare that tragedy to my current situation. It felt like I was living in the same kind of nightmare, one that now involved my own son.
My thoughts were interrupted when the doctor called me aside. His expression was grave.
"Mike is in critical condition," he said, then paused and asked a question that pierced straight through my heart:"Where is his mother?"
I stood there, speechless, before managing to utter, "She passed away many years ago."
And then, everything went dark.
The next thing I could hear were faint, hurried voices around me."Help him!""Nurse One! Get the oxygen tube!"
Hours later, I slowly regained consciousness. As my vision cleared, I saw the doctor's face—relieved and smiling.
"We did it," he said. "He's out of danger."
Flooded with questions but still groggy, I tried to gather my thoughts. The doctor assured me once again that my son was now stable. Then, a short, meticulous nurse called him away to attend to another patient. Before leaving, the doctor informed me that I could finally go see Mike—and that with a few days of care, he would fully recover.
I thanked the doctor sincerely, overwhelmed with gratitude. I would have done anything to repay him for saving our lives.
He nodded appreciatively, but I noticed a flicker of concern in his eyes. Something was bothering him. With a sense of unease, I asked, "Doctor… why did I faint?"
He hesitated for a moment, then replied quietly, "There's something we need to discuss—privately."
He requested the presence of a health guide, and together, the three of us stepped into a private consultation room.
My heart began to race.
What could be so serious that it required a private meeting—with a health advisor present?