I was always told that Happiness is short. But I did not expect it to last for merely 2 days.
Friday : After almost one year after her biopopy operation, mum finally gets stronger. Her kidney function gradually stabilised. Walking without any support to the supermarket was our highest achievement since last year. From her bed ridden days to independent walking, the road towards recovery has been lengthy and laborious. I lauded mum for her resilience. It was her fighting spirit that pulled her through. “Finally, she has made it” I said, while leaving the past anguish behind. Rarely did I recall myself feeling so satisfied and contented. It was a memorable day.
2 days later: For no apparent reason, mum could not get herself up from bed. Just like that. No accident, no illness, no explanation. When we tried to transfer her, she cried out of excruciating pain. Urine started to retain in her body and her bladder was bloated. After waiting for 3 hours in the emergency department, the doctor announced that mum’s femur was fractured again. This time it is her left side. Why? Mum did not have a fall. Or did she? Her bones must be so weak that any slight bumps will fracture her. So the ordeal of the risky surgery, the rehabilitation pains, the risk of catching infection repeats again. For sure this time, I will not survive if the ordeal persists over 3 months like previously.
Friday : After almost one year after her biopopy operation, mum finally gets stronger. Her kidney function gradually stabilised. Walking without any support to the supermarket was our highest achievement since last year. From her bed ridden days to independent walking, the road towards recovery has been lengthy and laborious. I lauded mum for her resilience. It was her fighting spirit that pulled her through. “Finally, she has made it” I said, while leaving the past anguish behind. Rarely did I recall myself feeling so satisfied and contented. It was a memorable day.
2 days later: For no apparent reason, mum could not get herself up from bed. Just like that. No accident, no illness, no explanation. When we tried to transfer her, she cried out of excruciating pain. Urine started to retain in her body and her bladder was bloated. After waiting for 3 hours in the emergency department, the doctor announced that mum’s femur was fractured again. This time it is her left side. Why? Mum did not have a fall. Or did she? Her bones must be so weak that any slight bumps will fracture her. So the ordeal of the risky surgery, the rehabilitation pains, the risk of catching infection repeats again. For sure this time, I will not survive if the ordeal persists over 3 months like previously.
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