The day our lives took a turn for the worst
Akbar Ali has been operated on for four times already. There was a swelling in his brain and they had to remove a part of his skull to lessen the pressure. He even survived a major brain stroke. I have seen him evolve from a near-vegetative state (when he was in a coma for the first two weeks) to a point where he can understand what we are telling him. But his problems have not gone away yet – he is not fully conscious. He cannot swallow food on his own, and the risk of blood clots forming in his windpipe can potentially choke him. As much as it pains me, he needs constant professional care that I cannot afford anymore.
He is helpless and so am I...
The doctors have instructed us to keep talking to him; they say that will bring him back to life. So that’s what we do now – pretend to be happy- so that our Akbar Ali comes back to us.
I bring my 2 year-old son to the hospital every day because my brother really loves him. But my son gets scared when he sees his beloved uncle covered in tubes and bandages. And I can sense that Akbar Ali feels so hurt when his nephew backs away from him. My parents are devastated and completely broken from the inside, but we manage to keep a smiling façade on. For our Akbar Ali, for him to be all right.
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