I remember how it was in the UK in the months of her recovery. The doctors called it a miracle. You see, she was supposed to die in that horrific car accident. And yet, she lived. She was never expected to wake up from her coma, and yet she did. She was never supposed to be able to stand up and get out of her wheelchair, but she is now able to walk with a walker. They thought she could never do anything and be nothing more than a vegetable, and yet she has accomplished so much.
She is still here.
The doctors told us that due to her condition, she will slowly deteriorate over time. In other words, living long and prosperous is not in the cards for her. We heard them say it and we knew they were right. Actually watching her deteriorate is painful beyond measure.
From allergy hospitalisations, to DVT, to depression medication, to minor surgery last year, breathing problems are now her current ailment. It has gotten so bad that long distance travel may be out of the question, perhaps permanently for her.
It may be a sign of impending heart problems. When I heard that, my heart just shattered into a million pieces. I don't know where I should start picking the pieces up.
My sister's heart maybe giving up on her, and there is nothing that Nenda, Atuk, Bonda or I can do about it, but watch it happen.
This family is all I have.
Ya Allah, grant this family the courage to be strong.