A brother would do anything and giving a gift of life to his elder brother and this has shown the love of brothers. My uncle donated a kidney to my dad and we couldn't repay him for his sacrifices. They have a compatible kidney. Sadly, there are more than 20,000 of kidney failure patient in Malaysia is on the waiting list for new kidneys but many will never receive the kidney because there is a shortage of donor.
First Day (Operation Day)
I woke up early in the morning to visit my dad and uncle
before they go into the operation room. Uncle Ken’s operation started at 9am
sharp and dad’s operation at 10am.
That morning I was so nervous, scare and with full of
anxiety till I can feel my leg shivering. I saw my uncle went into the
operation room. I tried to hold my tears but I couldn’t because I was so scare.
So, I cried and I tried to stop crying before my dad went into the operation
room because I didn’t want him to worry and see me sad. And so it’s the time
for my dad to enter the operation room. The nurses transfer him to the
operation bed and discuss the process of the transplant and let us in to give
him some moral support. I couldn’t stand seeing him suffering and I cried
again. The last thing my dad ask me is “Brenda, are you ok?” I was too scare
that I can only nod my head.
We waited and waited and waited outside the operation
room. It was the longest wait ever in my life. We sat down on the seats
anxiously hoping that everything will go on smoothly. After 5 hours we thought
that the operation has over because the doctor told us that the surgery will
take around 4 to 5 hours but we didn’t even see my dad and uncle at all. Therefore,
we get nervous but we continue waiting anxiously. That moment we saw the nurses
push out the hospital bed, we hope that it was my dad and uncle. Every single
time a bed was pushed out and it’s not them, we got even frustrated and getting
even more nervous. We even saw a trolley to transfer the patients that had pass
away make us even more scare.
For me, an hour is like
waiting for weeks. Finally after 10 hours, a doctor came out from the operation
room and told us that everything was okay and we finally can take a deep
breath. I’m really glad to know that the operation was successful and I believe
it was God who help and bless us. I also know that there are relatives and
friends out there who prayed for us. I believe that when everyone gets together
to pray and it is a strong prayer. I couldn’t describe how much I really glad
and thankful for all of their prayer.
“Prayer is the cure for
a lost soul, a confused mind and a broken heart.”
If you’re tired, sick,
emotionally overwhelmed, PRAY.
If you’re lack of
direction, PRAY.
If you doubt that
prayer makes any difference, PRAY.
Whatever you do just
remember that PRAYER and reading the bible is the strongest weapon that leads
us to the correct direction. And always thanks God for everything.
After the operation, they was send to the ICU burn unit
for intensive care and the nurses ask us not to worry everything would be ok.
So we went back after that and have a good rest so that we will have strength
to take care of them.
After the Operation
Dad couldn't sleep for the whole night. He was having backache
and stomach bloating which is uncomfortable for him. I was so worry and every
time I receive a call from hospital is like getting a heart attack.
It was 2nd day after the operation, dad called
me 1am in the middle of the night and asked me to pray for him to have a good
night sleep because he didn't sleep for days and afraid that he might get a
stroke. He asked us to visit him in the middle of the night. I was so worried
about him because I overheard my mum talk with him through the phone saying
that he wanted to give up because it was so pain. That night I went to the burn
unit but we are not allowed to go in his ICU room because the doctor afraid
that there might be infected by virus. So I stand in front of his door and talk
with him from distance. I was so sad looking at him lying on the bed straight
and trying to adjust the bed to find the right position to sleep, but
everything was not right for him.
The whole night I told
stories to my dad and all I think was to lessen my dad’s suffer and I even hope
that if the pain could transfer to me I rather take the pain. All I think of is
not wanting my dad to give up. I also went to my uncle’s ICU he told us that
the first night he thought that he was dead because there is no one answering him
even after he press the emergency button for hours. That night was a long night
waiting for dad to sleep.
The next day what I knew is dad already started to stand
up and I was abit relieve. I knew this was God’s healing. I knew that God never
fails to answer our prayer. Dad was getting better day after day.
Today was his seventeen day being hospitalize. Everything
is getting better and his blood pressure drop to a normal pressure. I really
thank God for everything and all the prayers from our friend and relatives. And
also not forgetting to our brothers and sisters in Christ who continuously
praying for us and giving us support. It was truly a blessing for us.
