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I didn't know Seraphinal. I didn't know what she looked like, how she smiled or what her dreams were. However, i doubt I will ever forget her. Initially I was fascinated by her name. The name conjured up images of an angel; an angel who lay helpless in the confines of a hospital bed, gasping for breath.
The family lived in Kolar; a city known for its gold mines. As soon as Seraphinal and her husband tested positive for Covid, they moved to the hospital in Kolar. They were separated and admitted into two different wards, while their 19-year-old daughter Sephonia, shuttled between wards and doctors, for some positive news. Sadly, Seraphinal's husband didn't survive the infection. His lungs gave up, and he lost his battle almost immediately. Seraphinal was never told. Her daughter then began thinking about shifting Seraphinal to Bangalore, which is when I got to know about her. We tried different avenues to get Seraphinal an oxygen bed, at a time when Bangalore was on its knees, trying to accommodate the soaring numbers. Nonetheless, the daughter was willing to take that chance. Sephonia sold all their jewellery, organized an ambulance, and brought her mother to Bangalore.
Unfortunately, by the time they got here, Seraphinal's oxygen levels were dangerously low. Luckily, in the next few hours, Seraphinal got an ICU bed, in a relatively unknown hospital. Once the medicines were given, her daughter said she was much better. The doctors were hopeful. As the days progressed, she improved by leaps and bounds. The daughter made sure she got everything she needed; even injections she needed to procure for 47 thousand rupees. When they needed plasma, several kind souls came forward to donate their plasma. Then one day, the doctor gave the daughter some good news. Seraphinal was better and could be moved to a general ward. The daughter's relief and excitement was contagious. I told all those who had been helping this young girl, that Seraphinal was better. In the midst of so much bad news, this felt like a ray of hope.
Sadly this excitement was short lived. A few days later, her oxygen levels dropped and she was back in the ICU. This time she was put on the ventilator. I felt uneasy, but I assured the family that she could always bounce back. Sadly she didn't. The next morning Seraphinal passed away, leaving behind an orphaned and debt ridden 19-year-old.
Sadly, for Seraphinal's daughter, Sephonia, the tragedy hasn't ended yet. Having lost both her parents, she now lives with a widowed aunt, who is unable to educate her. My appeal to you, is to please help the young girl fulfil her parents' dream seeing her educated and independent. Sephonia is a smart young girl, who only wants to complete her education, and for that she needs your help!
The family lived in Kolar; a city known for its gold mines. As soon as Seraphinal and her husband tested positive for Covid, they moved to the hospital in Kolar. They were separated and admitted into two different wards, while their 19-year-old daughter Sephonia, shuttled between wards and doctors, for some positive news. Sadly, Seraphinal's husband didn't survive the infection. His lungs gave up, and he lost his battle almost immediately. Seraphinal was never told. Her daughter then began thinking about shifting Seraphinal to Bangalore, which is when I got to know about her. We tried different avenues to get Seraphinal an oxygen bed, at a time when Bangalore was on its knees, trying to accommodate the soaring numbers. Nonetheless, the daughter was willing to take that chance. Sephonia sold all their jewellery, organized an ambulance, and brought her mother to Bangalore.
Unfortunately, by the time they got here, Seraphinal's oxygen levels were dangerously low. Luckily, in the next few hours, Seraphinal got an ICU bed, in a relatively unknown hospital. Once the medicines were given, her daughter said she was much better. The doctors were hopeful. As the days progressed, she improved by leaps and bounds. The daughter made sure she got everything she needed; even injections she needed to procure for 47 thousand rupees. When they needed plasma, several kind souls came forward to donate their plasma. Then one day, the doctor gave the daughter some good news. Seraphinal was better and could be moved to a general ward. The daughter's relief and excitement was contagious. I told all those who had been helping this young girl, that Seraphinal was better. In the midst of so much bad news, this felt like a ray of hope.
Sadly this excitement was short lived. A few days later, her oxygen levels dropped and she was back in the ICU. This time she was put on the ventilator. I felt uneasy, but I assured the family that she could always bounce back. Sadly she didn't. The next morning Seraphinal passed away, leaving behind an orphaned and debt ridden 19-year-old.
Sadly, for Seraphinal's daughter, Sephonia, the tragedy hasn't ended yet. Having lost both her parents, she now lives with a widowed aunt, who is unable to educate her. My appeal to you, is to please help the young girl fulfil her parents' dream seeing her educated and independent. Sephonia is a smart young girl, who only wants to complete her education, and for that she needs your help!
