2019 With A Bang!

Two weeks ago my father got admitted in to hospital. 

Doctor: Sir, when was the last time you were admitted to the hospital? 

Him: '86. 

As in nineteen eighty freaking six. You have to understand my dad, our hero has never in our lifetime needed hospital care. Ever. He's always been the tough one. I mean I remember him having a flu for a couple of days growing up but nothing serious. 

I have always trodded places unknown in peace because I know they (parents) always had us covered. Always. Even in rebellion I know they got us covered. If I ever had to pray for them, it would mostly be out of gratitude or if I wanted something my way lets be real, sometimes we arent on the same page on things. 

When my mom messaged to say that he had been admitted, it took a bit to sink in: "like what do you mean admitted?!" 

And so this time, my mother's asking me/ us to pray FOR him; have him covered. My heart broke in to a million pieces. 

I was in Rakiraki. I took the very next bus after I got that message and made my way to Suva. Trust that it was a tearful busride, trying not to imagine the worst. 

Got to Suva and went to see him with the sibs.

The next few days consisted of tests and waiting on it and trying to figure out what was giving him shortness of breath and pain and lack of sleep. At the end of his first week, there was a complication in one of the procedures undertaken and he had to be rushed somewhere else where he had to be under frequent medical attention - in short it didnt look good. I mean I've seen him broken, but I have never seen him broken like this! Too much to handle that I sat down at the waiting area downstairs and cried with my brother, sure that this was it. 

After that, made my way back upstairs when God reminded me of a time I felt I was framed for something I didnt do and out of desperation, I declared, "No way God! You TURN THIS AROUND!" 

A few minutes before that I was bawling my eyes out but You want to turn this around Lord?! 

By the time I reached his hospital bed, I had my authority back and was clapping back at illness and errything that wanted to keep me paralyzed in faith, claiming back what belongs to us - LIFE and life in abundance! 

Every two hours different doctors came to check on him, one of them giving me a pep talk on how I should call my siblings up and have them be around him because dot dot dot. I swear if God hadnt intervened me with that memory coming up that stairs, I would have been a mess when the doc said that or had said something nasty to the doctor or both. The Lord is goood! 

I have to be real though, on the outset even till today, it doesnt LOOK good physically you know. He still needs oxygen machine thing to breath, there's a tube coming out from his side from his lungs and one on his hand for adrenaline to keep his blood pressure normal. He cant move much, so he cant use the bathroom, he's wearing diapers for that, he's only tried to stand on his own yesterday which lasted only a few seconds, and has partially lost his voice.

It doesnt look good. But tell me why this man, with all of these stuck to him and all, is telling me to share his food/ fruits to the nurses and other patients and in that pray for the salvation of the younger guy across from us because he was giving his last breaths! The guy passed away shortly after someone shared with him. Death screaming right in front of our faces but God - the way his faith is blessing me in the midst of this is beyond me. 

He got transferred back to where he was initially because he's improving much to the dear doctor's surprise. I've heard this often numerous times before but just never been right in the midst of it. 

Its been two weeks with numerous other praise points along the way other than what it looks like on the outside. All I wanted to do is share a bit on what it is overall right now. Not to wait until its all over but to praise and testify THROUGH THE FIRE. I know how easy it can be to be focussed on the glorious end result that we forget/ overlook the small wins along the way, the God things along the way - things as small as a sharing from a doctor or a smile from the nurses daily or the enthusiastic greeting from the security guard that previously chased Lanny and Annie away bc they came on non-visiting hours. 

God is good and there is nothing he can't do. Holding on with a grip. 😬

Steadfast is the love/faith  of my father. ❤