Grandpa

Yesterday when I was working, I received a call from my mum. She said that grandpa might not be able to make it through this few days and that my granny had informed all my aunts and uncles. Mum told me to go home and see grandpa when I'm free.

After hanging up, I didn't know how to react. I just stood there for awhile till my eyes became teary. Soon after that, I rushed home. On my way back I prayed to God so hard than I've ever before. I prayed that God will not take him away now, not until I've seen him. I pray that God will ease his sufferings. I pray for granny and dad because I don't know how hard it will be for them.

When I reached home, grandpa had already been send to the hospital by the ambulance. All the other aunts and uncle were there waiting for a medical result. Upon arrival, I found out that grandpa had suffered from a stroke. His heart arteries are blocked and his blood is too thick. Therefore, blood cannot flow through his head properly.They planned to give him a injection that will dilute his blood, hence, blood may flow through smoothly. However, there are complications. Previously, grandpa had gone through a very fuck up operation. And now because he once had a operation, the doctors are scared to inject him with the solution afraid that if his blood becomes diluted, it may cause internal bleeding. So its a 50-50 chance and its very risky.

Why did i say that the previous operation is fuck up? That is because he totally do not have to go through that operation but because of the newly grad doctor's mistake, grandpa has to suffer so much.
Initially, grandpa has inflammation in his intestine and could be cured by taking medicines orally. However, when that stupid doctor is doing a check on his intestine, his negligence caused the stomach lining to break. A operation was done to fix the problem and my uncle wanted to sue the doctor. But my super angelic dad says that we should forgive the doctor (as always) and bla bla bla...
So ever since, my grandpa is very weak plus his eyes are pretty damaged in the first place. He became muddled and is always lying on bed. After sometime he's a bit senile.

I questioned why does he need to go through so much, he's so old already. I pray that God will take him away in his own time and ease the sufferings. I can't stop thinking about the days when grandpa was strong, the days he fetched me home from primary school and carried my heavy bag.
I can't stop thinking how painful it must be for him with tubes all over him. The more I think, the more heartaches I get.

I'll be visiting him later and I hope he's feeling better.