Pray for my mum...

I never stared at my mum so closely like this weekend. If june 6th was the longest day for all the warriors in World Wall II, it was the longest weekend I ever spent. It’s my mum who recently encountered an unpredictable experience in Gui Zhou, south of China. Yet it was supposed to be a rejoiced getaway for my folks.

Aug 15th, 2009, my mum woke up early with numerous excitement towards this tour, she dressed up, took the early plane with my father, I vaguely heard them saying goodbye to me, then left the door shut behind them. I continued my sweet dream, indulging myself in a few days’ freedom without the nattering. I received a buzz in the middle of the day, a big laughter and my father’s husky voice from another end of the telephone undoubtedly revealed a beam of happiness they have acquired during the tour. My mum took over the phone, and reminded me of those trivial things like don’t forget the keys, lock the door after you leave, turn off the fans before you go etc. I was tortured by those cliché for 25 years, it didn’t bother me at all, instead, I kind of missed it this morning. After exchanging the greeting, I conveyed my best wishes to them; hopefully they would have a great and safe trip back home.

In the following day, I was with myself, cook, eat and wash, did everything what I relied my mum on, it was apparently easy for me, yet just somewhat troublesome. One day passed, I felt a slice of loneliness, especially in the night time. Fortunately I had dinner with some toastmasters friends on both Sat and Sun, I went straight to bed after coming back home. Somehow, I felt a little anxious with no particular reasons. Maybe because my folks didn’t call me like they did before, even they didn’t call, normally they would at least send me a message to say hi, but nothing this time.

Monday, it was ought to be the last day of their trip, I couldn’t stand waiting for their call, I sent a sms, distraughtly expecting to hear from them. The clock ticked away, but still no reply. I looked at my watch, it was already 22:00pm. I assumed that they might have been in the dream since they would also have an early flight in the following. I kept comforting myself, conversely, my panic level was stacking up like crazy. Even something ridiculous came across my mind: they had some accident…

Tuesday, my hunch played up badly. I couldn’t focus on work anymore, all my mind was fraught with negative shots. What happened to my parents? I kept calling my father, but his mobile phone was out of service, I felt even worse, desperately wanted to know where they were, what happened to them… a gust of regret traveled around my whole body. I should have left their guide’s telephone number, I should have called them last night, I should have asked what time their return flight was, it was too late at that moment. All I could do was keep calling…

At 15:45pm, I finally got hold of my father, whose voice was somehow unparalleled and worn out, he told me there was a big drama during the whole trip, they ended up in the hospital for 2 days. Almost stuck there… he said it was not the time to talk, he would elaborate after he came back. He then passed the phone to mum, I could feel the tremble out of my mum’s voice. She was under the weather. I almost burst into tears, but I know I was still in the office. I managed to oppress my emotion, but my heart had already been ready for home. I sorted out myself, waiting till the clock hit 17:30, I jumped out of my chair, grabbed my bag, switched off my pc, stormed out of the office and left a shaky door behind.

I arrived home shocked; my mum looked so pale that I could not even recognize her. She lost a lot of weight, half resting her eyes. When I walked in, she tried so hard to pretend that she was okay in front of me, however, her cold fragile hands had betrayed her. I kneed down beside her and whispered,” are you okay?” she nodded with a usual smile, her white teeth still glittering under the light. It was really hard to believe what she had been through during this couple of days, my father ran around like a lunatic, making all-out effort to rescue my mum from the devil of death, my mum, with her unswerving and strong willpower, she rode it over. On Thursday, my mum’s blood pressure ascended to 210 again, we couldn’t wait till Friday to take her to the hospital. After rounds of body check, all the syndromes were caused by her original disease – pheochromocytomas, which was not out of our surprise. The news was the cyst roared in my mum’s stomach after all the turbulence during the trip. Now my mum couldn’t do anything heavy, even sitting without leaning could get her blood pressure volatile. Tomorrow my father will take her to see the doctor again, who told us there is another alternative way to cure this disease, worth of a try. I pray for my mum, may her conquer this barrier in the life, my faith and love were all with her!! God bless…