A drop from heaven
Yesterday morning, the sun was striking its rays through the windows but early today drops of water were dripping from the window pane.
I checked on him. He was sleeping on a back lying position. His heart rate fell on 84. He was breathing with the use of his abdominal muscles. His upper and lower extremities were a bit extended and relaxed.
I wanted to wake him up so he would know perceive sound feel that it’s raining. But he was very asleep so I just touched his ear, rubbed it softly and whispered, “It’s raining”. Suddenly, he moved his head towards me but he went back to sleep again.
After an hour, he was fully awake. Oral, trache and PEG care done then I provided him with passive ROM exercises on his feet and toes. They were very stiff. His heart rate gradually increases by 10’s while I had his foot dorsiflexed. His wife was there, talking to him, asking him to get up on his bed but his dumb blank stare was the only reaction I could see on his face as if he was listening carefully and figuring out slowly what has been said to him by his wife. But maybe he was… who knows his sick brain could have a progress by now.
Change. Just like how the weather shifted into rainy days and when it stopped, a crown of colors appear to signal that it has ended. Just like the buds, long before we know it’s May, pretty flowers bloom.
Change. It’s everywhere. It’s constantly happening. We only became clueless to what is it about. But everyday it damn happens. And as everyday goes by, we expect for a miracle to be part of it even chances are so small. hoping that one day, miracle will come knocking on his door.
His wife spoke to him again. She recited the prayer for healing given to him by Father Fernando Suarez. Afterwards, she read aloud one article in her daily bread book. When she was finished, she caressed his arms softly and kissed it.
When our hopes are up, we want better things to come. And sometimes, it become so high that we never notice at the end of the day the reason why we look outside the window continue expecting, is our desire for extraordinary things to happen. But sometimes too, we get tired of waiting. We go back asking ourselves, what hope means to us. Are we fooling ourselves if we grabbed those little chances of one life changing moment? Or do hopeful things that we desire greatly turned our persona never knowing what acceptance really is?
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